Cinco de Mayo.
  Blow out, 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, plowing 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.
  I 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.