my keys wait upon the floor

[theresomewhere]

i'm so apt at losing things they sit on the welcome mat saying, "don't miss me!"
if only i could feed my car an apple and pat in on the flank saying good boy
but this steed of bent metals requires of me gas and the occasional oils

and now a friend wants to buy my tardis car
so every day is more enjoyable than the last
of running away together

got married in this car
and i regret rubbing out the wedding grafitti
it made it ours

but now with it gone
i suppose
the matrix is everyone's