Seafoam Green
Jawbreaker
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A '63, ten thousand miles, what was I thinking?
I drove myself insane, no small getaway
Asleep with both hands on the wheel, why not the weekend?
Chewing ephedrine, going to an unnamed end
We met in the 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
Follow me to the end of the dare
Raise your eyes, return the stare
Become your words, the words so becoming
On any Sunday I'll be there
I tried to drink you off my mind, I just got wasted
It only made the pain that much more acute
Isn't strong enough a word, unintentionally gorgeous?
An accidental charm, a graceful drinking arm
Follow me to the end of the dare
Raise your eyes, return the stare
Become your words, the words so becoming
On any Sunday I'll be there