"Please don't drive me home
I'd rather sleep here,
In the car
A backseat witness to
Using your mistakes like a
Made of trash and methane
Tucked in between layers of hydrochloric lust
My never-ending high,
My favorite bad trip
Just another addict to your love
One-in-a-million chances of coming down
I'm your best friend,
Your best whore
The one you dare to throw around.
'And the sweetest thing is letting go.'"