Dig Me

It's here I sit in rust amid this ruin and rancor

Like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me

The acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores

And rots my upholstery

Once I was worshiped

Polished magnificently

Now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay

I'm ready to leave

I want to be out of here

I'm ready to ride away

I don't want to die in here

I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue

My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle

Of motor block manifolds and metal relics

What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty

But this dead-end demolishes the dream of an open highway

I'm ready to leave

I want to be out of here

I'm ready to ride away

I don't want to die in here

I'm ready to ride

Dig me

But don't bury me