Rubberneck

The only way I'll
Sketch your profile
Is in a shadow box
Because I can't see what
You like look, 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 me out
A fresh deck
Spell out my accident
If you stare me 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 my couch
You're a red carpet
And you'll be my downfall