"So is that what you call a getaway?

Tell me what you got away with
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish
I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield

Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say "best friends" means friends forever"



AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
thats all i want to do,
and right now, I can not think of any single healthy manner
as to how exactly I am going to get rid of all this frustration.
Sometimes I wish for more than this impluse.