405

I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center,

and stated that it's never ever been better than this

I hung my favourite shirt on the floorboard,

wrinkled up from pushing, pulling, and tasting, tasting

you keep twisting the truth

that keeps me thrown askew

misguided by the 405, 'cause it led me to an alcoholic summer;

I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago

red wine & the cigarettes

hide your bad habits underneath the patio, patio, patio, patio