but since you insist,
let’s try again.

Switch with me this time,
be my passenger this time,
buckle up darling,
I’ll drive.

I’ll speed right into dead ends,
as our conversations deaden,
don't you wonder how it happens?

No?
That’s a problem easily fixed
flying off the edge of the nearest cliff.

This time I’ll make the tires screech
as my leaden foot hits the floor.
This time I’ll make you scream
while you yank open the unlocked door.
This time I’ll make night witness fear
now choose
between the asphalt or me.

Hurry up darling,
rock bottom is waiting.