It started like a fiction
We met when we were drunk
And you made fun of me for how I dance
And the shitty old band
Then you were holding my hand
Said baby need a friend
You took me to your place just to fix your
Your broken heart
The next day you were gone
I'm a silly little boy
I haven't got the chance to say I love
That tattoo on your hand
I don't even know your name
But maybe you're everything that I want
You're prolly halfway around the world
But baby oh you're still in my head
I might just be a fool for you
Still hopin' I could see you again
I hate that I still
Think of you
That little tattoo on your hand