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