Rubberneck

The only way I'll
Sketch your profile
Is in a shadowbox
Because I can't see what
You look like, but
I trust my rocks

Pasty old white
Even though I might
I know not to forsake
A face like aspirin
Never saccharine
But you can cure my headache

You can read my numbers
If you deal out
A fresh deck
Spell out my accident
If you stare down
And rubberneck

When you stay here
I'm an engineer
But I wanted to play guitar
But then I signed up
You made your mind up
And I bought us a brand new car

Be my Marge Simpson
While I unfasten
Your new black bra
The back of your couch
You're a red carpet!
And you'll be my downfall