Cinco de Mayo.
Blow out, denial.
It wasn´t fun this time, letting you go.
What if I never, a bullet forever,
Held out my hand to you, we wouldn´t have known
Beautiful flow,
Absolute measure, I ain´t no pleasure hound
Bus´ out of control, plowing the road.
Out on a bender, just Alice falling down
A deepening hole.
I´d never been to Rome until you smiled.
You´re about as old and piled.
I used to pray for snow...
Now I just wonder what spell I was under,
Thinking you thought of me as
Something to hold.
I´d never been to Rome until you smiled.
You´re about as old and piled.
Cinco de Mayo.
Burn-out, Ohio.
It wasn´t me this time, letting you go.