Alcohol Eyes

I'm still alive
 The liquid that runs through these veins
 Is not tarnished by chemical blitz
 The jagged edge of this brand new bright decade
 Is outlined in lip gloss and table lies
 Her alcohol eyes proclaim me both handsome and wise
 We get along, we're so fucked for each other
 All idiosyncratic sacred routines
 Bring me a shot glass, a pistol and patience
 A William Tell vaudeville is not a disguise
 Her alcohol eyes once distant now full of surprise
 And after awhile
 I get excited when she draws near
 Despite my growing fear
 I'll be tightly bound at the wrist
 but if she insists, then I insist
 Yeah, I insist
 She is in love with the fourth of July
 Jonathan Safran Foer and Captain Picard
 Them I don't mind and I eat what she tells me
 But try not to listen to music she buys
 Her alcohol eyes upset with that last line of mine
 But after awhile
 I get excited when she draws near
 Despite my growing fear
 I'll be tightly bound at the wrist
 but if she insists, then I insist
 If she insists, then I insist
 If she wants the wrist, then she'll get my wrist
 Yeah, If she insists, I will not resist
 If she insists, then I insist