There's one less longing heart on the interstate tonight
There's an empty bench that will not come to life again
My crooked smile and a little piece of you left on the dashboard
Will give everyone a clue
But they'll never know the chemicals or the truth
It's called the backseat serenade
The tune of the bad boys who've got it made
Who could have ever thought I'd be among them?
I thought love songs couldn't lie
But I suppose honest words in pillow talk are in short supply
Perhaps a natural reaction
A caffeinated state
A dosage of dopamine that I could not
Thought I could find it when we searched in empty parking lots
That was not the case, and I only found an onslaught of fears
But I fell in love with the way you fall from grace
The way that radiant smile crept across your face
The way you finally put me in my place
Still plays on the backseat serenade
I'd come onto you through the spades
But I guess that goodnight kiss aftertaste didn't last long enough (though I swear I tried to savor it)
As every nerve ending was crushed
You're my chemical affection, baby that is true
But without chemistry, what becomes of two?
You're my cerebral affliction and I could never outsmart you
And now you're stuck in my head like a rainbow in a zoo
Stuck in my head like a rainbow in a zoo
Now a hundred miles between us and a lateral accord
You keep the faith, I'll keep the distance and never assess what for
Abandoned
Bedridden
Declaring good riddance