Lyrics

You might be my ticket to Brooklyn and I might be your city 'o sin.
We could travel all night and be zen or we could just sit still
'cause you're left of the light and I'm right, like a really good fight.

* c'mon over, lemme show ya
how I don't feel - you could show me back
c'mon over, lemme show ya
who you might be if I called you Jack
if I call...you...Jack

you might be my chance to give out
and I might become your ocean of doubt
we could make sweet like if not love
we could join the Mile High Club
'cause you're left of the light
and I'm right like I'm yours but not quite*

old Tom Petty tunes in the van
Mexico's our mirror in sand
tiramisu, eat it with your hands
oh you'd better or you're out of this band
oh you'd better or you're out... of... this band

you might be my angel of mercy
and I might be your devil o' doom
we could stay out all night and be cool
or we could just stay in
'cause you're not worth your hype
and I'm pretty - but not really your type*

can I call you Jack
can I...you...Jack