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"I took cutie for a ride in my death cab She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab Before she left, she made a dashboard confessional And spilled her guts in cursive But what's worse is I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate Oh my, and in a funny way the ceiling tastes So high, but no chance My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth But I imposed her like, "Hey, Mercedes, why the long face? Why you cryin'? No need Just put on this coheed and fall out" Boy meets girl, Jimmy eat world But Schlep eats pills till he's all out Not once, not twice, she was thrice times a lady Mackin' on brand new, but I had to Bounce over to the postal services to Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness And on the way I saw planes and mistook them for stars. She played games, but she took 'em too far At The Drive-In, watching soft porn and you can tell by the trail of the dead That there was somethin' in the popcorn Hop in my cab destination: Midtown Just to get up with some kids that like to get down I made my rounds and that was that In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks And I remember I seen her ass in early November On a Thursday, takin' back Sunday for a refund She shot a wink like no hard feelings Then, she jetted to Brazil Man, them pills had me spun This is the story of the year, right here This is hot water music Cook your Ramen to it "