Don't drive to Demore (?) without your seatbelt on
'Cause there are things that we can't avoid
Like the ends of our songs
And I heard you wrecked our mother's car
Well I hope that you're okay
And I heard you only got so far
And took the bus the rest o' the way
Well love can make you do some crazy things
Gotta answer the phone when it rings
And who knows what her birthday brings
'Cause I can only call so much
And I can only yell so loud
And how I wish that we could touch
I'll sleep with my arms stretched out
But love could make me do a crazy thing
Like book my flight, use the credit card scheme
Like fly first-class, free drinks and bad dreams
And I'll watch him help you with your French
As the season skips the spring
And he whispers, "I could teach you how to surf,"
And I yell, "I know what that means."
And see I, I don't need any waves crashing down on me
And love, it can make you say some pretty hurtful things
Like, "Don't fly to France and find your girl gone
Because you left it up to chance, whatever side it's on."