The glory of misspent youth
Chasing tires, stains
A mute offender trading for sex and drugs
My Ophelia does not drown
She's just weary, hangs on

I'm driving drunk in daddy's car
Hurry, I won't spoil the end
A tear pinned up in the room
and it seems the night was a little too quite

When it seems your subject never forget you
I need you to pretend that you are mine
And the water is just deeper enough to take another chance
The river will not turn out

The engine was not built to last
In this permenance to the memory of a girl
And I am still taking oportune for you

You and I are alone here
But you ain't telling me now
The same old motors in the road I have become