Champagne From a Paper Cup
Death Cab for Cutie
Think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut
Under lock and key that's rusted firm no lie
Cause all these conversations wind
On and on
Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip's moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two about time to leave
Cause the DJ's playing rythm and blues
A sad, sorry state, studder stepped to those slamming grooves
As we waited around for you
Think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my kept shut
Under lock and key that's rusted firm no lie
Cause all these conversations wind
On and on