There's a version of me that hangs out in parking lots
In my brain or my subconscious
Whatever
He has a car, the hood is popped
Talking to some other me's I don't recognize
Gathered around, staring down at the engine block
Milder me's
But this guy
This show-off showing off
Kinda rules
He obviously knows a lot about cars
I, or the me I most am
Drives by in the backseat of my parents' car
Wondering what it's like
To care that much about chrome
Sincerely
I'd like to teach the world to sing
****
Anything