you always told me that you'd never stop loving me, but you stopped before you started and now all i have is lies
I love spending all day working on my car for nothing. I'd go to sleep, but I smell like gasoline and motor oil. I even walked all the way to the gas station with a gas can to see if it was just too low on gas to start. Then the battery died when I got back.
If I don't get it running today, the next 2 gallons of gas I buy are going to be poured all over the car, and set ablaze.
I need a job. One that pays more than $9/hour. Gimme.