She’s My Rushmore Every Time I Die

Cut your brake lines
Break your headlights
Waited for you at the stop sign
Disconnected iron lungs
Insurance fires
Our smothered young

Always the first one on the scene
A pyromantic midsummer night's dream

Thank you lord
For this oil slick
For her car wreck
For I'm lovesick

Heaven sent us a hero
But Hell tried his resolve
And when you thought we were done for
I pulled through
While you rested your eyes in the driver seat
I sat and watched you

Always the first one on the scene
A pyromantic midsummer night's dream

Trust me
Trust me
(We'll wait for it, pray for it
Step on the brakes 'til we're over it
Under it
Screaming like bombs for it
Oh dear me, I've done it again)