I am the Chevy pick up parked out front,
He is always wanting something new.
I am his lost car keys.
He knows right where he left me.
I am the radiator.
He’ll need my body to keep him going.
I am one of his favorite song on the mix tape.
He plays me over and over.
I am his seat belt.
He will forget me when he drives home.
I am the backseat of his car.
He
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