Let’s take the backstreet though
View from the backseat, whoa
Mexico next week, go
Don’t call just text me, no

Please don't forget me, no
Please baby let me go
I don't regret it though
You never get me wrong

Wasted but happy though
Train station trapped me, oh
Music kidnapped me, whoa
I'm back in the taxi, now. I tried to escape this maze

I tried to displace this haze. I tried to dissolve this taste
When will the tapes be erased?
Let’s take the backstreet though
View from the backseat, whoa

I don't regret it, though
You never get me, wrong