When You Examined the Wreck, What Did You See?
I shall now recant you all with my horrible misadventure of last night/this morning. During said misadventure, I had a lot of unexpected time on my hands. So I prepared a log with said downtime. It follows the details of the misadventure, followed by a synopsis of why my life sucks right now.
It wasn't that bad. Well, not as bad as I had perceived it to be. I guess I'm lucky for that fact. I walked away with no damages physically. Mentally, that's a whole other stroy. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. You'd think that when you see snow in April, it's a red flag saying "Stay off the road, dumbass!". But no, I had to challenge the oddsmakers again. Sure, I beat them before; no bigger a victory than Thanksgiving of 2005. Blinding snow, roads completely covered in white, absolutely zero visibility. I could barely see the taillights of the car two feet in front of me. Going 35 on the freeway still felt too fast. Just when I thought I was home free, mad fishtail at exit 16. But I righted myself and went on to a nice Thanksgiving dinner. That was then.
This is now. Bobbo, quite a few. Mother nature, one.
But one is all it needs to ream me forever.
It goes like this. I had just picked Bopha up from UNH. There was a warning sign right away. A usual 50 minute drive took an hour and a half. It did wear on my nerves, but we stopped at my apartment for 20 minutes, just to take a break. We set sail for Littleton afterward. Again, the roads were icy, but we made it with little incident. After we got past Plymouth, it seemed to get better. No ice, just wetness. After hanging out at Calista's for an hour and dropping Bope off, I offered my goodbyes. In hind sight, I wish I had heeded Calista's mom's warnings. She extended me an invite to sleep over. God, what a fool I was not to take it. Then as I declined and stepped out the door, she said...
"Drive very carefully."
"I always do."
Right before I hit Franconia, Katie called me, downtrodden about the recent happenings with Chas. The roads were pretty crappy, so I did the smart thing and pulled over to the side of the road. Her phone crapped out, so I waited 5 minutes before driving again. She called back in tears while I was in the Notch. I did not pull over this time seeing that I didn't want to waste much more time, and the roads were ok (or so I thought). We conversed a little, I tried consoling her, and I think I did pretty good.
I cross into Thornton. The road got pretty chunky, but I still kept at regular speed. Right as I go over the overpass, I hit a patch of black ice and started careening. I dropped the phone and yanked the wheel to no avail.
Smash.
That's the sound of the front left bumper crushing into the guard rail. After a desperation attempt to right it, I flailed the wheel the other direction. Blue did a complete 180 and drilled right into the guardrail on the other side before coming to a stop. Thank freaking God I was the only car on the road at that spot.
It's amazing how much goes through your head during times of crisis. I remember thinking a thousand different things in the span of a split second. Fuck. Shit. No, no, no. I've never crashed before, and I'll be damned if I start now. Never-fucking-mind! Dammit, I fucking crashed. Oh shit, now I'm about to crash again. I don't want to die. Hm, did I leave my apartment unlocked? Maybe I should get a puppy.
I can just imagine how that sounded to Katie on the other line (post edit: After talking to her today, she said it sounded like I was in a war. Crashing sounds and me swearing). So the car stopped, I find my phone, and tell her I just crashed. She's freaking out, but I tell her I'm ok. I get off the phone with her and start flipping out, swearing, kicking my car. I probably looked like an idiot doing it, but I just boiled over. I was more angry at myself than the car. So now I think about who I'm calling first. Actually, first thing I do is get out and inspect damage. And folks, it's not a pretty sight. Smashed driver-side front bumper, crushed driver-side rear bumper, and the coup de grace, both driver side tire rims completely bent out of shape. My front rim looked like a fucking octagon compared to it's normal circular shape. Needless to say, the complete driver side is obliterated. Thank god I wasn't.
Thank God for cell phones. I don't want to imagine how people back in the day got out of trouble like this without them. So I put my uber 500-minute plan to good use. First person called was my mother, naturally. She goes off with the whole motherly thing, of course. We decide that I should try to find someone nearby. I first think of Bijolly in Plymouth. I call him, but he's not there. I make a couple more calls, mostly to tell people what happened, and seeing if they would offer (like Hell I'm going to ask that, even in that situation). I can't find anyone who would take me, so I call my mom back, who had talked to my sisters. They devised a plan to have Kelly come get me. After the cop and tow truck came, my phone kept ringing off the hook while I was giving my statement to the officer. He and the tow truck guy were both pretty nice about the whole situation. I sat in the backseat of the cop car while I gave my statement. While I was still shellshocked by the crash, I couldn't help but feel slightly starstruck that I was sitting in a police car. He drove me to the collision center. Meanwhile, I learned that Angie, Erin's friend who honestly might as well be another sister to me, was actually shacked up in Thornton for the night. Convenient. I hung out inside the office, talking to three different people on my phone. It's nice to be cared about (post edit: Just like getting 7 voicemails when I finally got my phone charged). Mr. Tow Truck came in and pretty much signed the death warrant on my car, saying it was pretty totaled. I'm sure if it was just the body damage, it wouldn't be so bad. Hell, if it was just the body damage, I would've just driven home. Those massively damaged rims essentially kills it. I hate to face it, especially since this wasn't the way I wanted him to go out, but Blue is gone.
A moment of silence, please...
Think the adventure ends there? N. O. Angie picks me up at the garage and takes me across town where she's staying at her fiance's parents' house. She shows me to the guest room, makes me feel at home. I borrow a set of headphones so I can listen to my CD player. Only when I press play, it refuses to turn on. So not only did the crash take my car, it also killed my CD player. Awesome. But I drift off to sleep.
I don't quite know what time I woke up. In fact, I've been unaware of the time all day. Time is pretty much irrelevant at this point anyway. But I wake up, and for a brief moment I thought that it was all a dream. Then I see where I am and promptly collapse my face onto my pillow again, realizing that the crash was reality. I got up to find Angie had already left for work. Her fiance's parents (Bob and Suzan) were up. I introduced myself and thanked them. The storm had changed from snow to damn near hurricane. Power was out. Apparently it had gone out just after I had gone to sleep. I joined them in the living room while they lit a fire. We made small talk until I decided to call my mom to give her an update. She was just about to leave coming to get me and taking care of the scrap of blue metal formerly known as my car.
Now, these people live literally in the sticks. It's a big forest with houses in the middle. And the howling wind went to town on the trees. That would explain the power outage. Bob told me there were trees down. I expected that meant like one, maybe two, and they were on the power lines and blocking the road respectively.
How I was wrong.
After sleeping for an hour, I was informed that my mom was nearly in Thornton. I knew trees were down, so I figured I'd have to walk down the street to where she would be. It turns out she had to stop an entire mile from the street due to trees. Still, no biggie. I'll walk a mile, sure. So I bid Suzan adieu as Bob and I stepped outside. We walked down the driveway.
And I recoiled in horror.
Two or three trees? Hell no. It looked like a lumberjack came through and chopped down everything in sight. It looked like a tornado roared through and ransacked a forest. It literally looked like a war zone where trees were the victims. A tree holocaust if you will. This will sound like an exaggeration, but trust me, this is no stretch of truth. I guarantee there were 15 to 20 trees down on that street alone. I have never seen anything like it in my life. I so wish I had my camera. It was an amazing sight to behold.
Nevertheless, we start climbing over the trees. We don't get far until a fireman at the end of the street stops us and tells us to turn around, saying it didn't get any better up ahead.
... So I'm stranded.
Lying on the bed, I quickly realized how easily I could go stir crazy very shortly. I snapped to decision and asked if I could get a notebook, which Bob obliged. Also helping to quell my mental storm, Suzan revealed she had a DS which she let me play. Most of the time was spent in the living room writing while Bob read a book and Suzan called everyone in the neighborhood to explain the whole tree situation. It wasn't quite so awkward. After awhile, I felt like a live-in son rather than a refugee. But I still wish Angie had gotten stuck with us. Not that it would've changed the situation, but at least I'd have someone to talk to. Hell, the streets can be crowded with trees, but some electricity while I waited sure would've been nice.
Someone just revealed it was 2:00. It felt like I was awake a lot longer than that. Granted that I don't know what time I actually got up. Guess I"m not going to work today. Unless they clear 15 trees out of this street, and I can book it to Concord all within the span of an hour. Not likely. Time to call Target!
There are a lot of things weighing on my mind right now. Most of which revolve around how in the last week, my life has taken a SEVERE left turn. Let's start with the most obvious, that being I am now a grounded duckling. My loss of wheels is upsetting, depressing, frustrating, and terribly inconvenient. I was king of the fucking road. Now what? Like shit I can afford another car. But what the hell other option do I have? My social life revolves around my gift of driving. Hell, even my sense of inner peace comes from driving. I'm always the driver. I always set up plans with friends, thus I'm the "ring leader", so to speak. How can I lead rings when I have no wheels? I'll sound like a huge ass if I go "Hey man! Want to hang out Saturday? Cool! Oh, could you pick me up?". Who does that? If you make the plans, you supply your own transportation, unless offered. I'm a hardass like that I guess.
What a goddamn terrible week for this to happen too. I can't even think about what I'm going to be missing out on for too long because I will grow Hulk-level angry. Like how I'll probably miss the Celtics game on Wednesday with Cassie. I know they're putrid, but I was still looking forward to it. And I was definitely looking forward to visiting Chrisanne with Sam on Friday. But that probably won't happen either unless I get the wheels situation resolved right away, which probably won't happen. Sam won't drive to Boston, I'd wager. GHEFIOEJFJOGHOEFOEJFOEJFOEJFOIJF!! See? It's upsetting me. Moving on.
Well, if there's one good thing that's come out of this accident (there isn't a good thing, but "if" there was) it's that at least it displaces my mind temporarily from what's been killing my brain the last couple days. Hey, there's a good equation. How do you stop thinking about a problem? Get a bigger problem! Hah. Ha ha. haaa....
Last month, Jessica and I started seeing each other. Well, in a manner of speaking. You see, we could only see each other with Katie accompanying. That had to happen because we needed her as an alibi, so to speak. And that's because Jessica's uncle, who is her guardian, would kill her if he found out she and I were together, solely based on the principle that I was 20 and she was 17. I didn't care about that, and for awhile, neither did she. But, gathered from what I was told, she tried to casually discuss the idea with her uncle, and he went off on an expected bitch fit. She even went to bat for me saying that if only he met me, but that was again met with severe resistance. In effect, after a couple hard phone conversations, we mutually agreed that ostracizing her out of house and home is not an attractive option, so we essentially nixed any more-than-friends status we had. And it's been a hard transition for both of us.
Unfair. That's all I keep thinking about. Two people who want to be together, but can't. I was unsure how to go about it. Upstream or downstream? My first maneuver was to try to move past it. It was only a month, it shouldn't have been that tough. But after a couple of extremely mopey days, I realized it was harder than I thought. There was obviously still some emotional attachment, and there was even some thought of going back "upstream" and fighting the power. But I didn't want to throw Jess underneath the bus and get her in any trouble. Also, just how would I go about doing it? Her uncle already made it quite clear that he doesn't want to be reasonable. The only thing I thought of was writing a letter. Kinda like forcing him to hear me out. But again, that just might inadvertently dig Jess into a hole. Also, if he doesn't want to talk to me man-to-man, how exactly do I expect black and white letters to make any difference. You think "Maybe he'll admire your persistence and change his mind". Hello. This isn't a teenaged chick flick. Things don't happen like that in the real life. I really have no choice but to move on. What I tell myself, and told her though, was to not close the door just in case things change down the road. It is unfair. But sometimes life works that way. Just something I have to deal with, and will eventually.
So I'm carrying those two burdens. And I'm just wondering how long its going to be until my back breaks. I'm just waiting for another hammer to fall, like, god forbid, my mom has cancer or some shit like that (knock on wood...). I hope I don't have my nervous breakdown in a public place.
Although I have always wanted to create a scene. What better way than melting down in front of a customer while he demands some service?
I'll end this tale of misadventuredom with the lyrics to this song, which I find intriguingly appropriate, on figurative, literal, and metaphorical stand points.
"Motorist" by Jawbox
"Taking division down to where I shouldn't be
Turn pockets out run aground in the green
New way to see what's laid plain in front of me
Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see
When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free
When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free
Accidental? Maybe.
Restraints too frayed to withhold me
Remember you told me
You will go where you're meant to be
This is my wreck, so let it be
Cracked gauges carry messages for me
Calls and responses you can't see
Calls and responses you can't see
I know you'd never grasp the possibilities
What would you risk to rescue me?
Remember, you told me
You will go where you're meant to be
So turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
Taking division down to where I shouldn't be
Five blocks down in the middle of the green
No messages wash ashore with me
Glass shards reflecting light so I can see
I know you'd never grasp the possibilities
What would you risk to rescue me?
Remember, you told me
You will go where you're meant to be
So turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
Turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
Turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
It wasn't that bad. Well, not as bad as I had perceived it to be. I guess I'm lucky for that fact. I walked away with no damages physically. Mentally, that's a whole other stroy. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. You'd think that when you see snow in April, it's a red flag saying "Stay off the road, dumbass!". But no, I had to challenge the oddsmakers again. Sure, I beat them before; no bigger a victory than Thanksgiving of 2005. Blinding snow, roads completely covered in white, absolutely zero visibility. I could barely see the taillights of the car two feet in front of me. Going 35 on the freeway still felt too fast. Just when I thought I was home free, mad fishtail at exit 16. But I righted myself and went on to a nice Thanksgiving dinner. That was then.
This is now. Bobbo, quite a few. Mother nature, one.
But one is all it needs to ream me forever.
It goes like this. I had just picked Bopha up from UNH. There was a warning sign right away. A usual 50 minute drive took an hour and a half. It did wear on my nerves, but we stopped at my apartment for 20 minutes, just to take a break. We set sail for Littleton afterward. Again, the roads were icy, but we made it with little incident. After we got past Plymouth, it seemed to get better. No ice, just wetness. After hanging out at Calista's for an hour and dropping Bope off, I offered my goodbyes. In hind sight, I wish I had heeded Calista's mom's warnings. She extended me an invite to sleep over. God, what a fool I was not to take it. Then as I declined and stepped out the door, she said...
"Drive very carefully."
"I always do."
Right before I hit Franconia, Katie called me, downtrodden about the recent happenings with Chas. The roads were pretty crappy, so I did the smart thing and pulled over to the side of the road. Her phone crapped out, so I waited 5 minutes before driving again. She called back in tears while I was in the Notch. I did not pull over this time seeing that I didn't want to waste much more time, and the roads were ok (or so I thought). We conversed a little, I tried consoling her, and I think I did pretty good.
I cross into Thornton. The road got pretty chunky, but I still kept at regular speed. Right as I go over the overpass, I hit a patch of black ice and started careening. I dropped the phone and yanked the wheel to no avail.
Smash.
That's the sound of the front left bumper crushing into the guard rail. After a desperation attempt to right it, I flailed the wheel the other direction. Blue did a complete 180 and drilled right into the guardrail on the other side before coming to a stop. Thank freaking God I was the only car on the road at that spot.
It's amazing how much goes through your head during times of crisis. I remember thinking a thousand different things in the span of a split second. Fuck. Shit. No, no, no. I've never crashed before, and I'll be damned if I start now. Never-fucking-mind! Dammit, I fucking crashed. Oh shit, now I'm about to crash again. I don't want to die. Hm, did I leave my apartment unlocked? Maybe I should get a puppy.
I can just imagine how that sounded to Katie on the other line (post edit: After talking to her today, she said it sounded like I was in a war. Crashing sounds and me swearing). So the car stopped, I find my phone, and tell her I just crashed. She's freaking out, but I tell her I'm ok. I get off the phone with her and start flipping out, swearing, kicking my car. I probably looked like an idiot doing it, but I just boiled over. I was more angry at myself than the car. So now I think about who I'm calling first. Actually, first thing I do is get out and inspect damage. And folks, it's not a pretty sight. Smashed driver-side front bumper, crushed driver-side rear bumper, and the coup de grace, both driver side tire rims completely bent out of shape. My front rim looked like a fucking octagon compared to it's normal circular shape. Needless to say, the complete driver side is obliterated. Thank god I wasn't.
Thank God for cell phones. I don't want to imagine how people back in the day got out of trouble like this without them. So I put my uber 500-minute plan to good use. First person called was my mother, naturally. She goes off with the whole motherly thing, of course. We decide that I should try to find someone nearby. I first think of Bijolly in Plymouth. I call him, but he's not there. I make a couple more calls, mostly to tell people what happened, and seeing if they would offer (like Hell I'm going to ask that, even in that situation). I can't find anyone who would take me, so I call my mom back, who had talked to my sisters. They devised a plan to have Kelly come get me. After the cop and tow truck came, my phone kept ringing off the hook while I was giving my statement to the officer. He and the tow truck guy were both pretty nice about the whole situation. I sat in the backseat of the cop car while I gave my statement. While I was still shellshocked by the crash, I couldn't help but feel slightly starstruck that I was sitting in a police car. He drove me to the collision center. Meanwhile, I learned that Angie, Erin's friend who honestly might as well be another sister to me, was actually shacked up in Thornton for the night. Convenient. I hung out inside the office, talking to three different people on my phone. It's nice to be cared about (post edit: Just like getting 7 voicemails when I finally got my phone charged). Mr. Tow Truck came in and pretty much signed the death warrant on my car, saying it was pretty totaled. I'm sure if it was just the body damage, it wouldn't be so bad. Hell, if it was just the body damage, I would've just driven home. Those massively damaged rims essentially kills it. I hate to face it, especially since this wasn't the way I wanted him to go out, but Blue is gone.
A moment of silence, please...
Think the adventure ends there? N. O. Angie picks me up at the garage and takes me across town where she's staying at her fiance's parents' house. She shows me to the guest room, makes me feel at home. I borrow a set of headphones so I can listen to my CD player. Only when I press play, it refuses to turn on. So not only did the crash take my car, it also killed my CD player. Awesome. But I drift off to sleep.
I don't quite know what time I woke up. In fact, I've been unaware of the time all day. Time is pretty much irrelevant at this point anyway. But I wake up, and for a brief moment I thought that it was all a dream. Then I see where I am and promptly collapse my face onto my pillow again, realizing that the crash was reality. I got up to find Angie had already left for work. Her fiance's parents (Bob and Suzan) were up. I introduced myself and thanked them. The storm had changed from snow to damn near hurricane. Power was out. Apparently it had gone out just after I had gone to sleep. I joined them in the living room while they lit a fire. We made small talk until I decided to call my mom to give her an update. She was just about to leave coming to get me and taking care of the scrap of blue metal formerly known as my car.
Now, these people live literally in the sticks. It's a big forest with houses in the middle. And the howling wind went to town on the trees. That would explain the power outage. Bob told me there were trees down. I expected that meant like one, maybe two, and they were on the power lines and blocking the road respectively.
How I was wrong.
After sleeping for an hour, I was informed that my mom was nearly in Thornton. I knew trees were down, so I figured I'd have to walk down the street to where she would be. It turns out she had to stop an entire mile from the street due to trees. Still, no biggie. I'll walk a mile, sure. So I bid Suzan adieu as Bob and I stepped outside. We walked down the driveway.
And I recoiled in horror.
Two or three trees? Hell no. It looked like a lumberjack came through and chopped down everything in sight. It looked like a tornado roared through and ransacked a forest. It literally looked like a war zone where trees were the victims. A tree holocaust if you will. This will sound like an exaggeration, but trust me, this is no stretch of truth. I guarantee there were 15 to 20 trees down on that street alone. I have never seen anything like it in my life. I so wish I had my camera. It was an amazing sight to behold.
Nevertheless, we start climbing over the trees. We don't get far until a fireman at the end of the street stops us and tells us to turn around, saying it didn't get any better up ahead.
... So I'm stranded.
Lying on the bed, I quickly realized how easily I could go stir crazy very shortly. I snapped to decision and asked if I could get a notebook, which Bob obliged. Also helping to quell my mental storm, Suzan revealed she had a DS which she let me play. Most of the time was spent in the living room writing while Bob read a book and Suzan called everyone in the neighborhood to explain the whole tree situation. It wasn't quite so awkward. After awhile, I felt like a live-in son rather than a refugee. But I still wish Angie had gotten stuck with us. Not that it would've changed the situation, but at least I'd have someone to talk to. Hell, the streets can be crowded with trees, but some electricity while I waited sure would've been nice.
Someone just revealed it was 2:00. It felt like I was awake a lot longer than that. Granted that I don't know what time I actually got up. Guess I"m not going to work today. Unless they clear 15 trees out of this street, and I can book it to Concord all within the span of an hour. Not likely. Time to call Target!
There are a lot of things weighing on my mind right now. Most of which revolve around how in the last week, my life has taken a SEVERE left turn. Let's start with the most obvious, that being I am now a grounded duckling. My loss of wheels is upsetting, depressing, frustrating, and terribly inconvenient. I was king of the fucking road. Now what? Like shit I can afford another car. But what the hell other option do I have? My social life revolves around my gift of driving. Hell, even my sense of inner peace comes from driving. I'm always the driver. I always set up plans with friends, thus I'm the "ring leader", so to speak. How can I lead rings when I have no wheels? I'll sound like a huge ass if I go "Hey man! Want to hang out Saturday? Cool! Oh, could you pick me up?". Who does that? If you make the plans, you supply your own transportation, unless offered. I'm a hardass like that I guess.
What a goddamn terrible week for this to happen too. I can't even think about what I'm going to be missing out on for too long because I will grow Hulk-level angry. Like how I'll probably miss the Celtics game on Wednesday with Cassie. I know they're putrid, but I was still looking forward to it. And I was definitely looking forward to visiting Chrisanne with Sam on Friday. But that probably won't happen either unless I get the wheels situation resolved right away, which probably won't happen. Sam won't drive to Boston, I'd wager. GHEFIOEJFJOGHOEFOEJFOEJFOEJFOIJF!! See? It's upsetting me. Moving on.
Well, if there's one good thing that's come out of this accident (there isn't a good thing, but "if" there was) it's that at least it displaces my mind temporarily from what's been killing my brain the last couple days. Hey, there's a good equation. How do you stop thinking about a problem? Get a bigger problem! Hah. Ha ha. haaa....
Last month, Jessica and I started seeing each other. Well, in a manner of speaking. You see, we could only see each other with Katie accompanying. That had to happen because we needed her as an alibi, so to speak. And that's because Jessica's uncle, who is her guardian, would kill her if he found out she and I were together, solely based on the principle that I was 20 and she was 17. I didn't care about that, and for awhile, neither did she. But, gathered from what I was told, she tried to casually discuss the idea with her uncle, and he went off on an expected bitch fit. She even went to bat for me saying that if only he met me, but that was again met with severe resistance. In effect, after a couple hard phone conversations, we mutually agreed that ostracizing her out of house and home is not an attractive option, so we essentially nixed any more-than-friends status we had. And it's been a hard transition for both of us.
Unfair. That's all I keep thinking about. Two people who want to be together, but can't. I was unsure how to go about it. Upstream or downstream? My first maneuver was to try to move past it. It was only a month, it shouldn't have been that tough. But after a couple of extremely mopey days, I realized it was harder than I thought. There was obviously still some emotional attachment, and there was even some thought of going back "upstream" and fighting the power. But I didn't want to throw Jess underneath the bus and get her in any trouble. Also, just how would I go about doing it? Her uncle already made it quite clear that he doesn't want to be reasonable. The only thing I thought of was writing a letter. Kinda like forcing him to hear me out. But again, that just might inadvertently dig Jess into a hole. Also, if he doesn't want to talk to me man-to-man, how exactly do I expect black and white letters to make any difference. You think "Maybe he'll admire your persistence and change his mind". Hello. This isn't a teenaged chick flick. Things don't happen like that in the real life. I really have no choice but to move on. What I tell myself, and told her though, was to not close the door just in case things change down the road. It is unfair. But sometimes life works that way. Just something I have to deal with, and will eventually.
So I'm carrying those two burdens. And I'm just wondering how long its going to be until my back breaks. I'm just waiting for another hammer to fall, like, god forbid, my mom has cancer or some shit like that (knock on wood...). I hope I don't have my nervous breakdown in a public place.
Although I have always wanted to create a scene. What better way than melting down in front of a customer while he demands some service?
I'll end this tale of misadventuredom with the lyrics to this song, which I find intriguingly appropriate, on figurative, literal, and metaphorical stand points.
"Motorist" by Jawbox
"Taking division down to where I shouldn't be
Turn pockets out run aground in the green
New way to see what's laid plain in front of me
Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see
When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free
When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free
Accidental? Maybe.
Restraints too frayed to withhold me
Remember you told me
You will go where you're meant to be
This is my wreck, so let it be
Cracked gauges carry messages for me
Calls and responses you can't see
Calls and responses you can't see
I know you'd never grasp the possibilities
What would you risk to rescue me?
Remember, you told me
You will go where you're meant to be
So turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
Taking division down to where I shouldn't be
Five blocks down in the middle of the green
No messages wash ashore with me
Glass shards reflecting light so I can see
I know you'd never grasp the possibilities
What would you risk to rescue me?
Remember, you told me
You will go where you're meant to be
So turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
Turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
Turn your back, just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast