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 terrible lies Her alcohol eyes proclaim me both handsome and wise We get along, we're so f**ed for each other All idiosyncratic sacred routines Bring me a shot gla**, 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