Move the Car

The story it grows older,

The story is no story here

I never knew what it is,

And there's no sign of it ending

As I am it and ought to be,

They're telling me I am

R: Bowling race car driver,

Superficial hitman you're

On the list at every door,

You don't bowl or race fast cars

Composition competition you drive

Just because I don't go,

To the church where you reside

I might as well go for it,

The nineties won't be back again

Until I'm forty-eight years old

I can be the hungry,

As I eat my words again,

Appealing yet apalling

Rising to my falling,

I'm going to extreme ends,

I'm gagging on their scene

R:

You shift, I'm the driver,

Over time in it's defense,

I move their car

And for a moment it makes sense,

But I fail them in the end

In the arms of old age,

Knowing only one to lose

Feeling nothing more to hide,

Consider life a forgery

As you're gagging on your scene,

Admit to fraudulence

Driven to this thought,

Death is certain, faith is not

R:

Composition competition

You drive competition

Competition

I'm losing I fail it in the end