Maybe I'd call you sayin that I care about you and that I'm sad.
And that in my boot I have taxi driver who I've grabbed with his taxi.
And that I'm downstairs with a bottle of vodka. I'd take a sip and I wouldn't ask about anything.
I'd kiss your lips to feel the taste of life. I'd turn around and I'd put the gun to my head.
If there's no tomorrow that's what I would do....