[Intro]
Wait, you could be my best mistake

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning, and I feel sorry about the pieces of me
That I left at your house
Down on luck, my mind was anxious and
You made me face it with your lips on my neck
And a taste from the bottle

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got this funny feeling that you’ve got this funny feeling
As I watch you dance above me

[Chorus]
Wait, you could be my best mistake
That I’ve just been dying to make
And when the fireworks faded
I can’t believe I ever contemplated
You’ve got me tired and tied up
You’re my best mistake

[Verse 2]
Monday morning, a lot less boring
When you trace over my tattoos with your finger
We got drunk and I felt stupid
But you helped me through it
Goddamn, you’re tearing me apart