Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de mayo, blowout, 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, ploughing 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

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