I see it in your eyes. This is our last goodbye. Come on and twist your knife on one wild ride. Come on and stain the sheets. You know you're going to bleed. It's just like pulling teeth on one wild ride.
This is not how it's supposed to be. This is not how you're going to leave.
And now i call shotgun on your last chance suicide death ride.
It's just teeth and tears. And all of your fears. It's just like pulling out your teeth.