Car Trouble

"I never imagined a perfect match, just like a fish that you let go when you catch, You had ahold of it and let it get away, so now you're fishing almost every single day. I'm pretty sure that nothing else matters now, I've got problems but I'll fix them- doesn't matter how, It makes sense to believe in what you're fighting for, I'm hunting misery and knocking down it's front door. The people that I meet ahead of me in line, they're claiming honesty but coming clean with lies, I'm lost among them but I'm keeping you in view, besides devotion nothing else could pull me through. I'm pretty sure that nothing else matters now, I've got some demons but I'll exorcise them somehow, It takes time to realize just what you're fighting for, but once you find it then it's something that you can't ignore. Wide-eyed ambition and shoot for the stars, elegance lacking but you've made it this far. One piece of the puzzle is lost out of place, the image unfinished like the expression on my face. I'm pretty sure that nothing else matters now, I've got problems but I'll fix them- doesn't matter how, It make sense to believe in what you're fighting for, I'm hunting pity and I'm knocking down it's front door."

I sometimes wish each day was written on an etch-a-sketch. So, if you needed to, all you'd have to do is shake it up and it would disappear. I think there are a few days that I would shake until my hands hurt. But I guess each day is written in stone for a reason. All you can do with stones is move them and try to forget about them, but they'll always be there, taking up space and changing the landscape of your life. So if anyone can make an etch-a-sketch out of a rock, let me know.