The lane next over is always faster. And you wait so long until you're so bothered. But right after you complete your merge. The lane you started in gets going.
In the summer, vicious summer. This is nothing like I thought it would look. . You say, "Who am I to blame?". "Who am I to blame?". Spill yourself at your feet.
Oh some evil spirit. Oh some evil this way comes. They told me how they fear it. Now they're placing it on their tongues. Oh to see it with my own eyes.