We crash the car
(metaphorically of course.
I could tell you it represents us
and our everything
that we
have
ever
been,
but that would be too easy)
because we've never had it easy.
I'm screaming towards the vacuum
and you throw up every word.
Our brokenness
(your asinine qualities
and my moodiness)
makes for a happy couple.
That's what we've been all along
hasn't it?
And I guess this is my apology.
I come crawling on my knees
(just like me to play the bvtch)
back to you.
Just
like
always.
