Motor-ready

Hold your laughter, soon right after

The facts are brought to our attention

Barely notice what you know best

Which is almost nothing

Why is there always a reason?

Or something you're your whining about

I've heard the same old story

It's growing extremely boring

See right through your innocence

Nice disguise the excuses

Could have been better, not terrible

For the first try.

Quarts of turmoil dripping quickly

Out of the leaking mouth of yours

Skidding tires, fumes inspire no

Caution flags to prevent the danger

I'll make it easy if that's what you want.

Just hit the highway, when I need you I'll phone.

Don't bother sending any letters to ask if tempers have cooled since the night you left.

I haven't bothered turning the porch light on.

I think it's quite clear this isn't your home anymore.

Who's ever closest I don't notice anyone waiting for your return.

You ought to know this it came from your lips with the rest of the obvious lies

My reactions are distractions for pleasing my own sick humor

Short conversations, complications you've got to watch what you say

This disaster arriving soon twisting the truth with each phase of the moon

Is this what the future holds for me?

Now I've found a certain type of honesty

No make believe or bullshit from you.