Tilt-o-whirlMy car is dirty,Your mind is dirtier.This gas station might be the last for a while,We best fill up the back seat with chips and cheap wine.I can paint my face in clown colours if it will make you love me more,If you shave yourself smooth for me.We can survive the coming dust storm,We can survive the next fight we have.I'll finally wash my hair,If you promise to wear heals so high that you get a nose bleed.We'll burn this Santa outfit to the ground, until only a small red dot survives,And we'll bruise in exactly the same places.We'll live in slow motion, tripping over our Doc Martin laces and our attitudes,We'll blin