I'm sure my steering
wheel and dashboard would love a good break. But they feel it, too,
every time I see you. Why I gotta see you? You're like a wreck
out on the highway. I can't look away and I can't pass
through. You're like an early Monday morning. Bringing me down,
messing with my mood. I'd love to say I can hold myself
together, but I can't help but come unglued every time I see
you