Summer was over

When the water in my leaky radiator froze over

The coolant lines in my car

I'm stranded in the cold post-show in November

But only if my phone wasn't dead

I could see if my band was featured in someone's Instagram story

I could bide my time 'til the morning

Reliving my thirty seconds of glory

And I'm thinking how

Friends treat friends differently

If I'm an engine to you

I have no use if I overheat

Wound up in rubber bands

Insurance coverages

Online presеnces

You can drop from any ceiling

And not feel any feeling

Egg drop