Cinco De Mayo

Cinco de Mayo.

Blow out, 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, plowing 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.

I 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.

It wasn't me this time, letting you go.