Rx7
I've walked this road, a thousand times before
It just breaks down on me, Mazda machinery
A rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four
And so I try to find, inside my feeble mind
A way, to fix my mistakes
Oh my god,
My innocent facade
There's no apologies, for all the pieces that are found
And I still believe,
There's somethin' up my sleeve
It just left my transmission on the ground
Replacement parts, aren't always hard to find
Cause there's a million more, down on the basement floor
The perfect time, to leave it all behind
Drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound
So then, I'll turn it on again
I haven't much to say today
Cause you want me to throw it all away
And every time, I think I'm doin' fine
You find some other way, to break apart today