You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room

Flashing those eyes like highway signs

Light one up and hand it over

Rest your head upon my shoulder

I just wanna feel your lips against my skin

White sheets, bright lights

Crooked teeth, and the nightlife

You told me this is right where it begins

But your lips hang heavy underneath me

And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me

I'm trying not to let it show

That I don't wanna let this go

Is there somewhere you can meet me?

'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings

And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing

You're writing lines about me, romantic poetry

Your girl's got red in her cheeks

'Cause we're something she can't see

And all I do is cry and complain, because second's not the same

Can we pretend that we're in love?

Could we pretend that we're in love?