I always liked cars ,
but lately I' ve come to love them...
especially mine.
He' s not "really nice" but
he' s mine.
For that ,
I' ll always love him.

His name is Bruizer...
Bruizer Jones
...and he' s my car.
Not my first.
Hopefully not my last.
He' s my companion.
He' s family.

"Good boy"...
is what I would say
as I rubbed his dash.
Lord Knows he' s been through it.
And Lord Knows ,
I' ve been through it
...but Bru made sure
WE , got through it.

Most , if not all , would say
"It' s just a car".
Well ,
he' s making a lot of people look bad.
He stayed.
He fought.
He helped.
He assured me.
He carried all my ****.
I thank God for him.

Bru taught me the joy of driving.
And even as fast as he could go ,
with his tiptronic transmission an all ,
he taught me the joy of going slow.
He help me appreciate isolation.
After all ,
That just meant more "QT" with him.

I laughed with him.
I cried with him.
I clutched onto my life with him ,
cause I almost died in him.
Of course ,
he can' t laugh
or cry ,
but with listening skills like his...
he doesn' t need to.

I wish I could do more for him ,
everything the others didn' t.
I owe it to him.
He went to war with me...
and made sure I made it back home.
I know people that can' t do that.

Anyone that truly...REALLY knows me
knows that their dreams ,
become mine.
So if Bruizer could dream ,
I' d like to believe he' d dream for

Really Nice Music ,
on A Really Nice Road ,
cause he' s been A Really Nice Car.