Sacramento

Lying here in the corner of your bedroom

Snuck by your mom

She can be kinda rude

Went to your house for the first time

Got kicked out for taking bad advice

She doesn't listen

To how I'm feeling

These emotions are coming alive tonight

We're taking pictures

You don't see her

You don't know her

Let's get away from where we are

I like it, why you gotta stop

We end up right back on top

In the backseat of your mother's car

We're driving but we're not going far

Sacramento for the sunrise

Feel the warmth of your hands on my cold thighs

San Francisco when the sun sets

We both know how this all ends

I like it, why you gotta stop

We end up right back on top

In the backseat of your mothers car

We're driving but we're not going far