We were just pulling from a bottle of whisky
And we're good friends, so this isn't risky
Whistling dixie, feeling frisky
Went for a walk and I found a fifty
Thirty dollar bottle, feeling thrifty
Tiny little lotto, you won with me
Not exactly blotto but more than tipsy
Hand on the throttle, another sip please
If these fingers brush your hand
Then they linger, flushed and red
Frozen by the chill of frosted glass
Momentary thrill, frisson d'la chasse
L'ivresse de la poursuite, pis apres quoi?
Thrill of the chase, but after that what?
J'aime ta face, j'adore ta voix
I like what we have, I like it a lot
So why can't I pull on the brakes and stop
I turn every why into another why not
Like I never let an open bottle sit
I always gotta offer you the last little bit
Why can't I pull on the brakes and stop
I turn every why into another why not
Like I never let an open bottle sit
I always gotta offer you the last little bit, ask
Do you wanna kill this?
Do you wanna kill this?
Do you wanna kill this?
Do you wanna kill this?
So I sever ties like swatting flies
I try not to do it, try to keep them outside
Or trap them on the window in a drinking glass
Slip a paper underneath and carry them back
Sometimes their legs get caught
Then they drag but they don't break off
Sometimes their wings get squashed
The poor things try but they can't take off
I let the buzz get to me
Everything would be all right if I could let it be
But I let the buzz get to me
I can't sleep at night with you next to me, or texting me
All of your questions scratching an itch
Can we be friends with occasional slips
Should I revert my brain to a blank
Or drain what was left in the tank?
So why can't I pull on the brakes and stop
I turn every why into another why not
Like I never let an open bottle sit
I always gotta offer you the last little bit
Why can't I pull on the brakes and stop
I turn every why into another why not
Like I never let an open bottle sit
I always gotta offer you the last little bit, ask
Do you wanna kill this?
Do you wanna kill this?
Do you wanna kill this?
Do you wanna kill this?
No harm, no foul
What do I do now?
I need a towel in the worst way
Sunday Bloody Sunday
