Taxi Driver Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

I took cutie for a ride in my death cab 

She tipped me with a kiss, I dropped her off at the meth lab 

Before she left she made a dashboard confessional 

And spilled her guts in cursive 

But what's worse is I could still see her bright eyes 

Like sunny day real estate, oh my and in a funny way this irritates 

So high but no chance, my little chemical romance 

Left a bad taste in my mouth 

But I imposed her like, "Hey Mercedes, why the long face? 

Why you cryin'? No need, just put on this 'Coheed' and fall out" 

Boy meets girl 'Jimmy Eat World' but Schlep eats pills till he's all out 

Not once, not twice, she was thrice times a lady mackin' on brand new 

But I had to bounce over to the postal service is to pick up these pills 

That take care of my nervousness and on the way I saw planes 

That were mistooken for stars, she played games but she took 'em too far 

At the drive in, watching soft porn and you can tell by the trail of the dead 

That there was somethin' in the popcorn 

Hop in my cab, destination midtown 

Just to get up with some kids that like to get down 

I made my rounds and that was that 

In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks 

And I remember I seen her ass in early November 

On a Thursday takin' back Sunday for a refund 

She shot a wink like no hard feelin's 

Then she jetted to Brazil, man them pills had me spun 

This is the story of the year right here 

This is hot water music, put ya ramen into it