Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm so old, I remember heat,
Backseats steamed up on a dead-end street.
Before hashtags meant digital fame,
We used that pound sign to play a different game.

We’d carve Xs and Os on her thigh,
While she whispered sins with half-closed eyes.
She smelled like smoke and cherry gloss,
I kissed her neck and forgot who was boss.

[Chorus]
We played tic-tac-toe on each other’s skin,
Every stroke a promise, every loss a sin.
You had hashtags — I had her moans,
Back when lust came through dial tones.

Our selfies? They were bruises and sighs,
Love bites hidden under tube top highs.
So don’t show me filters and digital glow—
I had a girl who lit up slow.

[Verse 2]
She had a flannel and not much else,
Kissed like Nirvana and touched like hell.
Mixtapes moaning through blown-out bass,
She’d straddle my lap like it was a stage.

We didn’t text — we wrote it down,
Slipped dirty poems in lockers around town.
Every locker click was a secret grin,
Every classroom daydream: her on my skin.

[Chorus]
We played tic-tac-toe on motel beds,
While MTV played and we gave head.
Pound sign meant press and hold,
She’d giggle, then do what she was told.

You swipe right — we lit fires,
Made out beneath telephone wires.
We weren’t goals, we were danger high—
Hands under skirts, no alibi.

[Bridge – whispered, then shouted]
She said, “Mark me up, baby, make it last,”
So I drew a gameboard on her ass.
X in the corner, O on her thigh,
She came before I got to try.

[Final Chorus – dirty, proud, full heat]
We played tic-tac-toe on each other’s curves,
Tasted rebellion in every swerve.
Forget your likes, forget your tags—
We had orgasms in sleeping bags.

So hashtag that, and don’t look back—
We had girls, guitars, and full contact.
I’m Gen X, baby — flannel and flame—
And I came before hashtags got a name.

[Outro – soft, raspy, breathless]
Every mark she left was a win.
I still taste the ink on my skin. 💋