He picks me up in his new, used car.
As he strips rubber, his voice is low,
We could stay close, or we could go far.
Words sting like skin to snow.
After he strips rubber, his voice stays low
hidden behind a broken palm tree.
Words sting like skin to snow.
Nothing really surprises me.
Hidden behind a broken palm tree
Novocain crawls up my teeth.
Nothing really surprises me.
Though whiskey lurks underneath,
Novocain crawls up my teeth.
His words taste of sweet lime.
Though whiskey lurks underneath,
I believe him every time.
His words taste of sweet lime:
We could stay close, or we could go far.
And I believe him every time
he picks me up in his new, used car.
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