Got a text from you
Is it really true?
All the stuff we did last night
We shut down the bars
Danced on top of cars
Ask some girl if she'd be my wife
Oh, and I got pictures that I don't remember taking that are so bad
And oh, I had to break into my own damn apartment, how 'bout that?
They say the best stories come from the worst nights baby but
Oh, it was crazy and
Oh, it was amazing
We blew all our money and crashed in your Mercedes
Yeah, we both got numbers and didn't get the names
And my whole damn party lost power
It was, it was, it was, our finest hour
Bruises on my knee
They're all over me
Think I might have lost the fights
Found a drink receipt
From 42nd Street
Man we must have lost our minds
I got pictures that I don't remember taking that are so bad
I think I might have fell asleep in the subway, how 'bout that?
They say the best stories come from the worst nights baby but
Oh, it was crazy and
Oh, it was amazing
We blew all our money and crashed in your Mercedes
Yeah, we both got numbers and didn't get the names
And my whole damn party lost power
It was, it was, it was, our finest hour
Whoa, this night was ours, this night was ours, and it was our finest hour
Oh, this night was ours, this night was ours, and it was out finest hour
Got a text from you
Is it really true?
All the stuff we did last night?
Oh, it was crazy and
Oh, it was amazing
We blew all our money and crashed in your Mercedes
Yeah, we both got numbers and didn't get the names
And my whole damn party lost power
It was, it was, it was, our finest hour, our finest hour
It was our finest hour
It was our finest, finest hour