Can you really feel normal under moonlight?
Shiftin' all of the blame like it was you, right?
You really think this sweater is on too tight?
Disregard opinions like "yeah right"

Top down, rolling Michelins in Dallas
Taking shots in the front seat, star light beating down heavy in the Chevy toppin' 80 on the highway like
arguing was nothing but practice
I'll admit I was willingly captive
The way you snared me in I coulda sworn it was magic
Performing ceremonies on an alchemy mattress
Burning down the bedroom like our teeth were a matchbook

And at last we know
Right as we're passing by the grassy knoll , the way you did your hair I catch a flash as I looked up from the dash
In the fog from all the hash, eyes are blinded from the ash, see you lookin' like
Jackie O... mixed blood mochaccino with the mean flow, sittin' sideways saying "where did our dream go?"

Can you really feel normal under moonlight?
Shiftin' all of the blame like it was you, right?
You really think this sweater is on too tight?
Disregard opinions like "yeah right"

Keep the car rollin' to the redline
Never-mind however the dead die
Strapped with a little bitty nap-
kin of vinyl and the fabric is ripping like a neck tie
Think we might have rolled past the deadline
Don't want you to see me in the headlines
Wrapped in a little bitty trap
made of medal, made of plastic and buried with a bad lie

I didn't mean to crash...

Can you really feel normal under moonlight?
Shiftin' all of the blame like it was you, right?
You really think this sweater is on too tight?
Disregard opinions like "yeah right"