Mistake, Mistake, Repeat

I guess I've burned so many bridges
That I can't look at art anymore
Without thinking of friendships that could've been
And namedropping I could've done.

Toothpick

There's a car parked in front of my apartment
Where you're always welcome to ride shotgun
We can drive someplace new and stop for bubble gum and postcards
There will be gas stations and there will be junk food lungs
There will be hugs in the rain and there will be hands held gently
But I'll stay firm
If that's what you want.