One, two, three, four

Knock on your door, phone you just ignoreIs she playing games? I don′t roll like that

I just wanna slide, baby, open your chat

I am missing the way you ride me, pillow talk beside me

Frequently we used to fuck, but now it's so unlikely

Always tryna fight me, never do it right B

So tell me what′s so complicated, let's go back to gettin faded

Let's go back to being friends, kinda liked you more back then

Fuckin′ with no strings attached, got lipstick stains up on my neck

We′re chillin' with our hands out the sunroof

Screaming to the sound of the 1975

Like it′s the last day of high school

Rollin' up another, we smokin′ it up, and we drive

So fuckin' high

Chillin′ with our hands out the sunroof

Ridin' round with you were the best days of my life

Glamorous girl from the West Coast

Lookin so hot in the retro

Hair flyin' outta the window

Smokin′ it outta the sunroof

(And we ridin′ like we famous)

(We're so fuckin′ amazing)

Holding onto these problems, babe, starting all of this drama, hate

Sunroof is up and the weather so hot

I'm fuckin′ it up to the pretty boy rock

I play this guitar, yeah this shit ain't a prop

Look at my chains, and look how they pop

I′m acting so cool, yet parked in a lot

But when I'm with you, we never gon' stop

Riding alone ain′t good on my mind

I think about you, baby, all of the time

We were so young and feelin′ alive

Giving no fucks, we didn't have to try

Drivin′ round on weekends

Kissing all up on your neck

All that's missin′ sunsets, do you remember we were

Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof

Screaming to the sound of the 1975

Like it′s the last day of high school

Rollin' up another, we smokin' it up, and we drive

So fuckin′ high

Chillin′ with our hands out the sunroof

Ridin' round with you were the best days of my life