Lletres: Inkwell. These Stars Are Monsters. No You Drop It.

Stretch your legs out gently
there's no reason it can't end quickly
i'm on fire tonight
in the car out in front of your house

my curse has now lifted
there was somewhere my head drifted
i can't be there tonight
in the car out in front of your house

i'm coming out swinging

(this should be self destruct)