Closer sing and play along

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you,

I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay.

Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them but I hope I never see them again.

I know it breaks your heart,

moved to the city in a brokedown car and

four years, no calls.

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar and I,

I can't stop.

No, I, I can't stop.

So, baby, pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover that I know you can't afford.

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder,

pull the sheets right off the corner of that mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder,

we ain't ever getting older.

We ain't ever getting older,

we ain't ever getting older.