Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Now that the slowness
Has come to a crawl
I'm in the corner
Staring down the after all
But I won't turn you in
I don't know where to begin
It's just that bad
It's just too early
All insults and charges
Have been dropped
We're the last car in a pile up
You can wrap your silver cross
You can wrap every thought
You ever had in there
["in there" refers to the aforementioned pile up - m.ryan]
It's always too soon
Or it's always too late
You're perfectly ruined
After the last day of a heat wave