Retirement

I don't wanna be sick To my stomach Every time I think I see your car Drive past with the windows down The AC on Blowing your hair wild Cause it smells like Your dad's old cigars That thing needs to be retired It's blowing fumes And it's a hundred thousand miles past due Put on your tie and suit To say adieu We've got a funeral to get to Farewells aren't my best attribute I don't wanna forget When we first met It's funny to think who we were back then You were drinking for two alone To fill your soul With something you can't pay for I guess offered you a little more I need an insurance plan A security deposit Lock and key just where we found it Bittersweet safe in our pockets I don't need a grandstand Gestures that lack a meaning Maybe it's cause I'm a cynic I want a return policy Give me an estimated lifespan An ending that won't creep in Not sure where this one began Or if it's still beginning Who's got liability If you walk away from me You know that I'll take my chances But there no guarantee I don't wanna regret The things unsaid I don't wanna hold back