Little Thunder the Wonder Car

Yellow lightning viewed from an enclosed space.
Pushed against the passenger seat
With a pressure like it's about to rain.
Arcane chants on the radio, powers of the profane.
Teleport me back to that unoccupied lot again.
Where we first started acting like best friends.

Now I'm waiting past five every single day.
I've gotten really good at weaving through traffic,
I can't be too late.
Below that same mountain the sun begins to fade
And you still haven't arrived and that's unlikely to change.
It's such a pretty view, too bad it's manmade.

Maybe it was good once,
Upon a time.
But now it's just a fictionalised,
Set of stories about a silver sedan,
Rolling around in the back of my mind.

The ground's consecrated, that's a journey I don't dare.
Right outside my house underneath the sodium light's stare.
The bushes and weeds are overgrown
And they're all set to ensnare,
Anytime I think about venturing back there.
To where I first felt pretty and like I had something to share.

Now I'm right in front of an ambulance when I have my fatal crash.
But instead of rebuilding me they say they'll be right back.
I need my crystal healing; I need my naturopath.
But she left with you and I can't change that.
Nothing's safe or permanent after the collapse.

Maybe it was good once,
Upon a time.
But now it's just a fictionalised,
Set of stories about a silver sedan,
Rolling around in the back of my mind.

I still have that hardcore jumper we used to cover my body.
It was my first time, so it'll always stay with me.