She said, "I swear I'm there I'll go 'til you go" She said, "I don't care, but you wouldn't dare If you knew what I know" She said "I'm just south of Queen St Watching high-heeled girls dry heave Trust me, that's been me Nights like these, I wish that was me" She said, "Meet me at the bar with the bar rail deals For around 30 bucks we can forget ourselves And after a few more rounds pretend we're each someone else Like if you'll be my Gatsby, I'll be your Daisy" At the end of the night she said "This ain't the end of the night" She said, "Put me in a cab, drive me around" Looked up with her sad brown eyes and said "I want to see your place See what a disgrace you live in" She looked at my house, at my book shelf And laughed at my lame literary self She said, "Meet me underneath your bed sheets And for around an hour and a half we can act like we aren't lonely And after you fall asleep I can disappear in the streets Just like you're my Gatsby, and I'm your Daisy And you can end up hating me, use me in one of your stories And justify to yourself why you had to go through such hell And you can put me up on your bookshelf" She said, "I think you think you're just as reckless as me And that I'm everything that you need I think you're just as pathetic as me And everything that I need" She said, "If you'll be my Gatsby, I'll be your Daisy If you'll let me, I could be the death of you" And I said, "I'll be your Gatsby, if you'll be my Daisy I'll let you be the death of me"