The open road holds my heart
With her blue sky and music
I have a complete set of art.
The perfect tune begins to play
And my little
Boom!

A white corolla comes out of nowhere
and stops my art at play...

She got out of the car
I turned my hazards on
We pulled out our prison papers
to exchange some business' schlong
She called up some crazy friend
a cop and her square hubby
I just grabbed this book,
a pen, and my memory

And I'm farting on the guardrail
because this bitch won't let me leave
and I got dirt underneath my nails
and I haven't brushed my teeth
and I could care less about this "lesson"
or the fated "whys" it came

I just want a shower, a song
and another person's name

She doesn't care about my music
she got pissed I wrote this song
I told her she inspired it
and therefore should sing along
but I almost got my ass kicked
right there on that shoulder debris
because everyone takes me seriously
well, everyone but me

Why worry about the "whys"
after time has passed us by?
Why bitch and kick the pavement
as if it's dancing with your spite?
No, don't make me frown upon this life
no matter what goes wrong

Because every scrape's a lesson
and every scab its song.