mixed up month
and too soon to be over me and you
with your sudden stop today
driving the last of us away
and the girl in rearview tries
i can only see her eyes
she's bracing for the crash
and i wonder who's at fault
as i'm screeching to a halt
but too late
words much too curt
do they smart?
does it hurt?
the pavement sweats beneath
slighting my efforts to relieve you
of the years it takes
but i only locked the brakes
and the girl in rearview tries
i can only see her eyes
she's bracing for the crash
and i wonder who's at fault
as i'm screeching to a halt
but too late
words much too curt
and you were inert
does it smart?
does it hurt?