Aug 29
My car a metaphor for our relationship
Full of all of your shit from your old car
The change from the floor mat
Tarnished like your love for me
Hidden treasures long forgotten
Along with trash thats soon to be gone
But you never throw anything away
Not even me or the receipt from dinner
Where we talked until we fell asleep
For the hundredth time
Your new used car waits
Pristine like a virgin pole dancer
A contradiction in the street
Suburban finery where they cool kids live
Without all of the shit I’ve helped you carry
Without the filth of all your truth
Leave it all on me like my car
And I know you won’t love it
That new car without your history
But it’s what you need now.