Taxi Driver - Gym Class Heroes

I took cutie for a ride in my death cab

She tipped me with a kiss

I dropped her off at the meth lab

Before she left, she made a dashboard confessional

And spilled her guts in cursive

But what’s worse is

I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate

Oh my, and in a funny way the ceiling tastes

So high, but no chance

My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth

But I imposed her like, «Hey, Mercedes, why the long face?

Why you cryin'?

No need

Just put on this coheed and fall out»

Boy meets girl, Jimmy eat world

But Schlep eats pills till he’s all out

Not once, not twice, she was thrice times a lady

Mackin' on brand new, but I had to

Bounce over to the postal services to

Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness

And on the way I saw planes and mistook them for stars

She played games, but she took 'em too far

At The Drive-In, watching soft porn and you can tell by the trail of the dead

That there was somethin' in the popcorn

Hop in my cab destination: Midtown

Just to get up with some kids that like to get down

I made my rounds and that was that

In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks

And I remember I seen her ass in early November

On a Thursday, takin' back Sunday for a refund

She shot a wink like no hard feelings

Then, she jetted to Brazil

Man, them pills had me spun

This is the story of the year, right here

This is hot water music

Cook your Ramen to it