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...