Lyrics:

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, unending

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

And would 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, but cute isn't strong enough a word
Unintentionally gorgeous, an accidental charm
A graceful drinking arm, disarming

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