A '63, 10,000 miles. What was I thinking? 
I drove myself insane. No small getaway 
Asleep with both hands on the wheel 
White knuckle weekend 
Chewing ephedrine 
Going to an unnamed end 
Unending... 
We met in rain, you asked me in 
Seemed like a good sign 
Now I need a guillotine 
To get you off my mind 
I brush my teeth until they break 
Until I start bleeding 
So when I smile I'll know 
I'm almost good enough for you 
And would you... 
Follow me to the end of the dare 
Raise your eyes, return the stare 
Become your words 
Your words so becoming 
On any Sunday I'll be there 
I tried to drink you off my mind 
I just got waisted 
It only made the pain that much more acute 
But cute 
Isn't stong enough a word 
Unintentionally gorgeous 
An accidental charm 
A graceful drinking arm 
Disarming...