A Detailed and Poetic Physical Threat to the Person Who Intentionally Vandalized My 1994 Dodge Intrepid Behind Kate's Apartment

Chipped paint
 Carol's gonna turn into dust
 An old saint
 A silver surface worn into rust
 From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust
 To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride
 A U-lock, some entitlement to keep by your side
 A felt pen, a detour from your morning ride
 And what's left behind with your note
 It's the reason I'll be running so late
 A fine point to write off what I'll draw on today
 And draft out the storyline to acting my age
 To which I say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh)
 Make a connection with Chicago concrete
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 It's messed up
 You always can become what you hate
 It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake
 It's so fucked that you couldn't say this straight to my face
 To which I say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Make a connection with Chicago concrete
 Do gears change as often as the seasons?
 Is there a cycle set to breathe in?
 Is this the part of me I'll forget?
 A chained fence, the cement
 Where a casual promise can become a threat
 Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust
 An old saint, a silver surface worn into rust
 From long nights, in a neighborhood I started to trust
 To me, it's just messed up, you always can become what you hate
 It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake
 It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face
 To which you'll say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Make a connection with Chicago concrete
 Do gears change as often as the seasons?
 Is there a cycle set to breathe in?
 Is this the part of me you'll forget?
 
 Chipped paint
 Carol's gonna turn into dust
 An old saint
 A silver surface worn into rust
 From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust
 To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride
 A U-lock, some entitlement to keep by your side
 A felt pen, a detour from your morning ride
 And what's left behind with your note
 It's the reason I'll be running so late
 A fine point to write off what I'll draw on today
 And draft out the storyline to acting my age
 To which I say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh)
 Make a connection with Chicago concrete
 ♪
 It's messed up
 You always can become what you hate
 It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake
 It's so fucked that you couldn't say this straight to my face
 To which I say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Make a connection with Chicago concrete
 Do gears change as often as the seasons?
 Is there a cycle set to breathe in?
 Is this the part of me I'll forget?
 A chained fence, the cement
 Where a casual promise can become a threat
 Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust
 An old saint, a silver surface worn into rust
 From long nights, in a neighborhood I started to trust
 To me, it's just messed up, you always can become what you hate
 It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake
 It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face
 To which you'll say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Have you ever felt your perfect teeth? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Make a connection with Chicago concrete
 Do gears change as often as the seasons?
 Is there a cycle set to breathe in?
 Is this the part of me you'll forget?