In the passenger seat
She feels the heat
It’s ten after five
They go for a drive
-They were just teens
Waiting to be heard and seen
Two to three shots
They say that’s what it takes to hit the spot
Laughter fills the car
They were coming home from a bar
Swerving to the right
The headlights are bright
-They were just teens
Waiting to be heard and seen
Two to three shots
They say that’s what it takes to hit the spot
On the edge of her seat
They begin to sink
Water fills the car
They realize they’ve gone too far
-They were just teens
Waiting to be heard and seen
Two to three shots
They say that’s what it takes to hit the spot [x2]
She holds her breath
Until her death
Ending with a bitter-sweet taste of cyanide
It was only supposed to be a ride
