if my car slid off the road and twisted metal makes the perfect conductor to make this all explode it all started when you didn't want it anymore i couldn't do much when you showed me the door all you could hear was the sound of the engine we fell apart like a bad family portrait hanging to high from the wall held by a wire that you know was to weak to stand, so it did what it knew well, fall. i took the keys and ignited a fire that was seen from miles away but left marks that would eternally stay i took the road as my first victim and i made sure of it felt as i did and everyone looked for me that night but i still hid raining down breaking the windshield the rain fell harder down than bricks i tried to fix all the problems finding all the little nicks i could so i could repair what we broke to clean, what was dirty to reunite, what wasn't holding on