there's a car in a yard
it sits on one tire
I wouldn't call it a car
it's more like a disable vehicle
if it had an expression
it probably would look sad
that's my first impression
who cares about a car in a yard
sitting on one tire
who looks over a fence
to stare at a car like
someone who never seen
a car brokedown before
I can't help how I'm wired
everything speaks
everything says something
to those who listen
those with tuned up
transmissions
the disable vehicle is old
it won't ever be seen again
out on the road
it'll only be sold for parts
if it had a soul it would have a heart
that probably won't ever start
I can't look at something
and not pick it apart
I have to see what its made of
get to the bottom of
what it was before the newness
wore off back to the begining
before rust settled in
some look and see a car
I look and see the metaphor