So I’ll be asking you how high when you tell me to jump? And I’ll say how fast when you tell me to run? And I’ll say how long when you tell me to wait for you
Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. ‘Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more gut in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads And you could think of me when you forget your seatbelt, And again when your head goes through the windshield. Bitch
