A Detailed & Poetic Physical Threat To The Person Who Intentionally Vandalized My 1994 Dodge Intrepid Behind Kate's Apartment

Chipped paint

Carol's gonna turn into dust

An old saint

A silver surface worn into rust

From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust

To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride

A U-lock, some entitlement to keep by your side

A felt pen, a detour from your morning ride

And what's left behind with your note

It's the reason I'll be running so late

A fine point to write off what I'll draw on today

And draft out the storyline to acting my age

To which I say (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh)

Make a connection with Chicago concrete

It's messed up

You always can become what you hate

It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake

It's so fucked that you couldn't say this straight to my face

To which I say (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Make a connection with Chicago concrete

Do gears change as often as the seasons?

Is there a cycle set to breathe in?

Is this the part of me I'll forget?

A chained fence, the cement

Where a casual promise can become a threat

Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust

An old saint, a silver surface worn into rust

From long nights, in a neighborhood I started to trust

To me, it's just messed up, you always can become what you hate

It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake

It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face

To which you'll say (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Make a connection with Chicago concrete

Do gears change as often as the seasons?

Is there a cycle set to breathe in?

Is this the part of me you'll forget?