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