You're in the parking lot, I'm in the car slot I didn't want to let you in When did it get so forced? Drunk by the second course You're never gonna let me win I tried to hold my tongue But you, you yanked it from my grip Bathed it in petroleum Lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss Turned to the head like Glenn Cry and pretend you care Laugh at when we make a scene There's something to talk about Rather than *** and shout Maybe we could go to sleep And you tried to hold your tongue But I, I yanked it from your grip Bathed it in petroleum Lit a cigarette and gave you a kiss But you, you yanked it from my grip Bathed it in petroleum
