Cinco de mayo, blowout, 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, ploughing 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

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