Now that the slowness Has come to a crawl I'm in the corner Staring down the after all But I won't turn you in I don't know where to begin It's just that bad It's just too early All insults and charges Have been dropped We're the last car in a pile up You can wrap your silver cross You can wrap every thought You ever had in there ["in there" refers to the aforementioned pile up - m.ryan] It's always too soon Or it's always too late You're perfectly ruined After the last day of a heat wave