The moon comes up and the sun goes down. We find a little spot on the edge of town. Twist off, sip a little, pass it around. Dance in the dust, turn the radio up. And that fireball whiskey whispers Temptation in my ear. Florida Georgia Line
Taylor Swift - I Almost Do // I bet, you think I either moved on or hate you. Cause each time you reach out there's on reply. And I bet, it never ever occurred to you, that I cant say hello to you, and risk another goodbye.