Valvoline

I feel like the glare that blinds, ridin' down the road

I feel like the car behind you're followin' too close

I feel like a tear you'd hide, too scared that someone'd see

Kinda like a lamppost shine in a side of an empty street

I feel like the rock you thought you'd gotten out your shoe

I feel like the socks you bought, unopened and unused

I feel like a cigarette you lit and didn't smoke

Let me be the reason, even if it's there to choke

I feel for the engine that your daddy didn't tend

And I feel for the boys who'd had to put the new one in

But I feel like the Valvoline that's sittin' in the trunk

You could've poured a couple quarts and never blown it up