I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish,
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home,
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Take me, take me back to your bed.
I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don’t mind you under my skin. I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.