and he was an asshole poet from Orlando.
He was hitched, she was ditched,
but that didn't stop them
from falling hard and fast
even though it was never going to last.
From sundresses to banadanas,
From sundresses to banadanas,
skateboarding to stairwell sex,
they were tangled hearts and bourbon necks.
sneakin’ out the backdoor, talkin’ like kids,
'bout runnin’ off, knowin’ damn well they never did.
He wrote her poems on dive bar napkins,
She lit 'em up like July 4th captions;
Two crash-course trucks on borrowed time,
Chasin’ nothin’ like it was somethin’ fine.
But that’s how the wild ones go,
fast lane lovers in a rearview glow.
they were tangled hearts and bourbon necks.
sneakin’ out the backdoor, talkin’ like kids,
'bout runnin’ off, knowin’ damn well they never did.
He wrote her poems on dive bar napkins,
She lit 'em up like July 4th captions;
Two crash-course trucks on borrowed time,
Chasin’ nothin’ like it was somethin’ fine.
But that’s how the wild ones go,
fast lane lovers in a rearview glow.