Rims

Oh we’ll have a final time
On our west-coast drive
Together demented laughing at her bold lights
You’ll not mention him
I’ll not mention her
We’ll not mention any of this back home with our lies
Weary of spies
And their crinkled up shirts
And their discarded ties
I am the worst
I am the worst
That year I mixed up yin and yang
All the good I thought I did you turned out bad
Helping you out, blind eye turned
Lashes battered, lashes burnt
You spoke to others, should you let them remind you
But you have a brand new
Let me remind you but you have a brand new
Some village bike you turned out to be
Cycled off no tears me
Some village bike you turned out to be
Cycled off no brakes for me
I am the worst
I am the worst
I am the worst
I am the worst
Oh we’ll have a final time
On our west-coast drive
Together demented laughing at her bold lights
You’ll not mention him
I’ll not mention her
We’ll not mention any of this back home with our lies
Weary of spies
And their crinkled up shirts
And their discarded ties