Lyrics
It started with the same old "hey, what's your name" conversation
Mix it up with a little pink straw
That alcohol ain't the only thing we were chasing
I was headed for the finish line
Before I even saw the green light
You were playing it cool in a black jacket
With your hands on mine
Like fireworks in summer sky
We were only meant to burn for a little while
But we took that
Sippin' Corona and lime
I can still see you wearing
Written by: Joshua Dunne, Mat Sherman, Neil Mason