I mean, it's kinda funny The punishment for life is the death penalty, that's literally the only true guarantee Alterations void the warranty and there's no return policy, which I guess if fine honestly But you can only rotate the tires so many times before it no longer matters A crash will become eminent and just like the windshield, your future also shatters No one's looking for a clock with a erratic tick and a broken tock A polished **** advertised with a tiny sign as a shiny rock Occasionally found screaming at nothing as frustration fills the body and muddies the mind A full breakdown, stuck behind a roadblock, this time one of your own design Trained by history to take every word heard with a pinch of salt Cold and bitter, but is it by default? Is it truly all my fault? ...why was I in such a hurry to be an adult...? I'm gonna go make a fort and sort this all out