You could drink your weight in whiskey
You get lovesick off of Patron
You could roam around forever a gypsy, or just
Fight your demons at home

You could teach me how to love a woman
Teach me how to hate
You could sacrifice your soul to me, using
Your body as the bait

You could take my underwater picture
Hang it on your wall
You could smile at it when you wake up, or just not
Hang me up at all

Its 3: 09 and maybe I'm gonna end up in the clock
If not I'll find a way of escaping
Whatever you've thought