Obvious

Do shots first, ask questions later on
 And tomorrow morning figure out where it all went wrong
 See if we can try to stay the hell out of our own way
 I feel like I've known you my whole life
 My life didn't start until tonight
 Now we're feeling so good
 We're feeling so fine
 Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
 And this is totally obvious
 Obviously wrong
 I gotta know how this ends, so go on
 Back to your place after the bars close
 And I'm feeling strangely turned on at the sight of your dirty clothes
 Critiquing your refrigerator magnet poetry
 Smelling the latest issue of Seventeen
 Wondering how all this will read in your diary
 I ask your Magic 8 Ball
 But I know what I'll get
 Could this be the real thing?
 It says, Don't Count on It.
 Together but somehow alone
 We go on
 This is totally obvious
 Obviously wrong
 But this is turning me on
 I gotta know how this ends, so go on