I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
You're in my head
And literally under my skin
I'm debating a cover up or just keeping it hidden
So far I've kept it hidden
Now I hate needles and I hate thread
And I hate ink and I hate all my old friends
And I still lie when people ask me why I got it
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
I still say that
You weren't that bad
And then I can express the inexpressible
I'll tell the whole world that you're unforgettable
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
(I don't know if I did that right)
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
I have a tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
A tattoo that sorta reminds me of you
Sorta reminds me of you
