mixed up month

and too soon to be over me and you

with your sudden stop today

driving the last of us away

and the girl in rearview tries

i can only see her eyes

she's bracing for the crash

and i wonder who's at fault

as i'm screeching to a halt

but too late

words much too curt

do they smart?

does it hurt?

the pavement sweats beneath

slighting my efforts to relieve you

of the years it takes

but i only locked the brakes

and the girl in rearview tries

i can only see her eyes

she's bracing for the crash

and i wonder who's at fault

as i'm screeching to a halt

but too late

words much too curt

and you were inert

does it smart?

does it hurt?