This ain't for the bestMy reputation's never been worse, soYou must like me for meWe can't make any promisesNow can we, babe?But you can make me a drinkDive bar on the East Side, where you at?Phone lights up my nightstand in the blackCome here; you can meet me in the backDark jeans and your Nikes, look at youOh, damn, never seen that color blueJust think of the fun things we could do'Cause I like youThis ain't for the bestMy reputation's never been worse, soYou must like me for meYeah, I want youWe can't make any promisesNow can we, babe?But you can make me a drinkIs it cool that I said all that?Is it chill that you're in my head?'Cause I know that it's delicate (Delicate)Is it cool that I said all that?Is it too soon to do this yet?