We rode around on the couch in the basement of your friend's house I got home at five AM I like the drive, so I don't mind that But if I were to come back Would these things happen again? We'll spend the night if you sneak out I promise not to make a sound You'd rather just stare at the stars I guess it's wrong, but you still tingle If you were single, it might not be the same I'm wrong, I'm wrong But oh, I'm right I write better at night and get scared at daylight Cause I'm easily afraid but not easily swayed And you've got what it takes So thanks for making my day I never mention all the stories It's not that they're boring But some secrets are fun to keep These awkward glances and romance We take these chances because they might be gone next week See, I can't sing and I can't dance And I'm not good at romance I'm not good at anything I admit But it's too late to worry much Let's go to sleep, I'll keep in touch And I won't care in the morning I'm wrong, I'm wrong But oh, I'm right I write better at night and get scared at daylight Cause I'm easily afraid but not easily swayed And you've got what it takes So thanks for making my day