a 63 10 000 miles what was i thinking i drove myself insane no small getaway asleep with both hands on the wheel white knuckle weekend chewing ephedrine going to an unnamed end we met in 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 your 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 your words so becoming on any sunday i ll be there