She looked at me with the biggest brown eyes. And she screamed at me:
"Would you like to fuck."
"I'll cut off my hand if you'll cut out your eyes."
It made sense to me. We slide up, mechanically set, for the perfect alibi of passion gone by. I'm all out of change and you're I-95. We're the couple that couldn't make the payments, but kept the car anyway. If it's going to have to be like that then we might as well arrange the perfect set for the perfect frame.