I decided to be what you wanted
The part of me that cares for you
I'll let him out when I refuel
Guess that's just what you get
For being so stupid as
To think your thoughts correspond
With anything that's real at all
A gas station, in rural wisconsin
Will be his home from now on
Where he can love you all he wants
Guess that's just what you get
When you outlive your usefulness
We could start a retirement home
For splintered selves and phantasms
Hope he won't get too cold
In freezing rain and melting snow
Just hope that no one lets him know he's there
A lone figure, in my rear-view mirror
I'll visit him in a hundred years
If I'm still alive which of course I won't be
Guess that's just what you get
For being so stupid as
To think your thoughts correspond
With anything that's real at all