What you don't know (can hurt you)

You don't know who I am or what my angle is. And you never will. No one will.

Without my car

Without my car,
I'd go crazy.

I'd have no place to be.
It's not that I'm here,
it's not that I'm there.
It's the fact that I'm moving
that's me.

I like that it signals.
And no one else does.
I like that fluid sprays
over the side.

I like that I go fast
I like that I go slow,
but mostly I like the sound.

So never take my car.
I'll offer my wallet,
which would jacked on the
anyday in a minute.

TCS, ABS and that's all
it's got, but if I ever get
stuck I'm out in a rush.

Winter tires are for losers.