I melt in your hands, but you wouldn't know.
The pain has become unbearable.
I wish I could tell you as we're speeding down
the 405 with the windows down,
100 miles an hour in your Ford Escape.
The flicking neon lights spell out this hearts desire, but you don't notice cause you're five shots in.
Is your head spinning fast on this vodka spree?
I try and mouth the words to you secretly.
Can you read my lips behind this cigarette?
I repeat in the moments when you blink your eyes.
I know who I am, when you hold my hand running down Manhattan Beach Boulevard singing Lizzy Grant.
I melt in your hands, but you'll never know.
My head is spinning to fast to control.
I wish I could tell you, but we're locked inside.
The television said it'll take awhile.
Another shot to take, count the days until...
Another shot to take.