"Scoreboard" lyrics

Telling me to meet you Manito park around 10:30
You want to run it back like
You're still playing football, I'm still seventeen and making McFlurries
Tell me where's the time's gone
Talk to me, baby, talk to me, but we don't talk
You wanna cry to me, baby, cry to me like it's my fault

That I'm better than the ghost town
Where you stuck around and you got married
Funny how it goes like
I'd have been a housewife, half a mile from where your mom's buried
Now that all the time's gone
Talk to me, baby, talk to me, but we don't talk
You wanna cry to me baby cry to me like it's all my fault
That I grew up and you still thought

I'd be knees against the floorboards
You're right, we could use time alone
Don't lie, this is what you came for
Your eyes making themselves at home
I'd be naked in the backseat
Now I'm just some bitch who won't
Give you something that the scoreboard don't

You're looking for a lapdog, I could be the one but I'll bark at you
You'd be better off with some, yeti cup, laptop
Met her at coffee shop, start laughing
Everything's funny till she talks to you, baby
Talks to you, and you don't talk
You wanna cry to me me, baby, cry to me
Say it's all my fault that I've moved on, and you still thought

I'd be knees against the floorboards
You're right, we could use time alone
Don't lie, this is what you came for
Your eyes making themselves at home
I'd be naked in the backseat
Now I'm just some bitch who won't
Give you something that the scoreboard don't
Something that the scoreboard don't

I'd be knees against the floorboards
You're right, we could use time alone
Don't lie, this is what you came for
Your eyes making themselves at home
I'd be naked in the backseat
Now I'm just some bitch who won't
Give you something that the scoreboard don't