Doomsday Buttercup

Cut out your heart
Does it feel the same as when we were young
Get in the car
Let's go get destroyed on Parisian roads

I've done too much biting my tongue
It's really hard to be alone

Please take my keys
I don't need to drive home
(Come take my, come take my keys 'cause I don't need to drive home)
Buckle my knees
For miles afraid of the open road

Take my clothes off, bury my face
It's nice to know you're here to stay
Butter me up
Butter me up
Butter me up
Butter me up

(You got this way of sending me to early graves)
Come take my, come take my keys 'cause I don't need to drive home
Come take my, come take my- (I miss your taste)
'Cause I don't need to drive home
Come take my, come take my keys 'cause I don't need to drive home

Butter me up