RUNNING ON EMPTY
Running on empty, my tank is vapor locked, my tires are flat and my brakes are squeeling.
I have come to a halt, as I slide from poor breaks slightly over the white line.
My front tires are low and the treads are bare from storms or going down damaged, and bad roads repeating milage. My paint has worn thin it seems to chip easy these days, leaving a purple bruised color in it's place. My trunk won't open anymore, I can't carry so much weight. My hood is dented from the extra loads on top. Things that had to be carried with everywhere. My windshield is cracked from all the stone bullets that have shot at me as I drove down the long long road, so I don't see as clearly now. My blinkers have a broken light so my directions seems a little off. My engine's spark plugs have worn and don't spark like they used to throwing my timing awry making me slower. I tend to choke as I start up, that old cough in the frosty mornings makes it hard to get reving. When they say lets go for a spin I want to just do a u turn back home because I need more pit stops. I now need special fuels, additives and special drops in my tank to keep the heart of my engine running.
It is hard to hear the talk of putting my chasis to rest or to be cared for in a special home. Hearing them planning where my final resting place will be can be stressful. I watch as the sun rises brightly over the junkyard and sadly watch it again and again as it sets over the next hill.
I have come to a halt, as I slide from poor breaks slightly over the white line.
My front tires are low and the treads are bare from storms or going down damaged, and bad roads repeating milage. My paint has worn thin it seems to chip easy these days, leaving a purple bruised color in it's place. My trunk won't open anymore, I can't carry so much weight. My hood is dented from the extra loads on top. Things that had to be carried with everywhere. My windshield is cracked from all the stone bullets that have shot at me as I drove down the long long road, so I don't see as clearly now. My blinkers have a broken light so my directions seems a little off. My engine's spark plugs have worn and don't spark like they used to throwing my timing awry making me slower. I tend to choke as I start up, that old cough in the frosty mornings makes it hard to get reving. When they say lets go for a spin I want to just do a u turn back home because I need more pit stops. I now need special fuels, additives and special drops in my tank to keep the heart of my engine running.
It is hard to hear the talk of putting my chasis to rest or to be cared for in a special home. Hearing them planning where my final resting place will be can be stressful. I watch as the sun rises brightly over the junkyard and sadly watch it again and again as it sets over the next hill.
