Verse 1

You text me from the checkout line

Saying you’re bored, I’m doing fine

I grab a soda, grab a plan

Meet me by the freezer fans

You wear your jacket two sizes wide

I steal your cart and take the ride

The cashier laughs, we make a scene

Best bad idea I’ve had all week

Pre-Chorus

Count it out, one, two, three

You’re the trouble next to me

No big speech, no grand design

Just your hand reaching for mine

Chorus

Run, run, don’t slow down

Turn the whole place upside down