Mexico - BEXAR

White sheets, you and I’d wake up

To the sound of the waves

Halfway through our trip

We both were wishing we could stay

Living life down there

No, we didn’t wanna get back on that plane

Six months after tuning nineteen

Yeah, we spent that whole spring break

Wasted

Out on the beach, we were pouring

Shots until two in the morning

And we danced, kicking sand on that speaker

And baby

We said we’d never forget this

But just like your T-shirt, we left it in Cancun

It was heaven when we were

Never getting old, never letting go

Down in Mexico in that motel room

It don’t matter where I sip that drink

Girl, I still taste your lips

Sunburned days and your hair

Slipped through my fingertips

Every time that I hear that song

I’m right back on that trip

We were spending our time

Girl, but none of that time was