You said it to me
Couldn't be more clear
Got out of the car
And left my bleeding ear
You said it best
Put all the shame to rest
I thought it was real
Woke up and saw my ticket
Retort is best fed
When in the backseat
I took it to heart
And now it's sheer defeat Oh
Got out of the car
Made your point and left it there
I saw my own face
I didn't want to feed it now
Scared you from the start (blame the faulty stage)
Park the car in drive (roll into the flame)
I walk in circled nights (face a probable stain)
I told you the whole time (make a sensible claim)
You key out the space to try
And take out the garbage of flies
A large, immutable rhyme.