in the boiling grip of bad loveni was dizzy with hunger and oxygennand it was so goddamn coldnnand then i can’t see my shoe to tie itneyes full of tears and i’m not a criernand you were so goddamn coldnnand ever sincenthere’s only heartbreaking younmaybe you shoulda let me drownnnall i wanted was to swim out to seani only wanted us to swim out to seanmaybe you shoulda let me drinknmaybe you shoulda let me speednnin a well-lit mexican restaurantni order badly, so we make outntequila in our handsnwe’ll never breathe again