Maserati speeding down the 101

I hope I never meet the person driving you

I think they’d make me look bad and they’d make me feel small

Rust above the wheelwell of my Protege

I don’t know how you got so big but I wish you’d go away

You really offset the grey

Folger’s Coffee spilling down the leg of my jeans

That’s just the way that things go

The way they’re going for me lately

I don’t really know what’s happening

Golden Gate cypress and the gull in the sky

You’re the only things around that are getting me by

But you’ve always been there

Guess what I paid for was a lie