The Backseat Is So Lonely Without You
 

There's 52 ways to murder anyone
One and two are the same
And they both work as well

I can't remember when I saw her last
We were running around and having a blast
But the backseat of the drive-in is so lonely without you
I know when you're home

As the moon becomes the night time
You go viciously, quietly away
I'm sitting in the bedroom where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes

Now I'm watching
Watching you die'

:glugglug

The what?