In the copper and oil scented garage, I find my time
The door groans, and the cold doesn’t sting like before
With every 9-3 Saturday, another week runs though my hands
I’ll try to hold on, but these oil slicked hours slip through again and again
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
In the copper and oil scented garage, I find my time
The door groans, and the cold doesn’t sting like before
With every 9-3 Saturday, another week runs though my hands
I’ll try to hold on, but these oil slicked hours slip through again and again
