Lletres: The Friday Night Boys. Thursday Night Pregame.

So don't come back
don't even try
staring at your phone alone tonight
Baby, it's wrong,
it felt so right
one last look into your eyes

One last kiss just like the movies
Didn't you think we'd fall all over again
Wait until next summer to get by without
I guess you'll figure it out

Whoa just take it back baby, take it back, back baby tonight
Whoa you got to turn around, turn around, walk right out the door

You don't realize
You can't wait for me
I don't want to see you down on your knees
Just wait another second
I know it's alright
I guess you're gonna get away this time