Cars and guitars

If I choke, boy
You start me up again
Restring my wires, y'know
This gearbox can make the shift
Polish my rims

Ooh, damned if you do
Damned if you don't
I swear it seems of late, boy
I've even curved this body to fit your bow

Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts
That come, come in rhythm
'Cause it never was the cars and guitars
That came between us
Still a thought says: "What if I keep on driving?
Keep on driving?"

"Yeah, that whip has skirt.", you said it proud
Sometimes I'd watch her idle
While you'd tune her up me with silencer on
You and your crocodile clip
Me and my alligator pears, yeah
All tricked out for the trip that slid into a spin

Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts
That come, come in rhythm
'Cause it never was the cars and guitars
That came between us
Still a thought says: "What if I keep on driving?
Keep on driving?"

You say that I miss you
You stop at my drive-thru
You know who you'll order some, some, boy

'Cause it never was the cars and guitars
That came between us
Still a thought says: "What if I keep on driving?
Keep on driving?"

If I choke, boy
You start me up again
Restring my wires, y'know
This gearbox can make the shift
Polish my rims