S.S. Decompressed

An insurance claim. Nah. No way. Get real. No way. What the fuck? Saving up our good will for a storm and a stroke of luck. Nah. No way. Get real. No way. What the fuck? A prized possession wrecked, when the marriage of our lightning struck. I didn’t even recognize your face. I didn’t even recognize your name, but it’s all the same; An insurance claim. A pressure cooker. A congested system causing havoc for the nightly news. A rental car feeling desperate for a scenic view.
Call: It’s lights out, no power, no answer, no phone, no support, no rooms.
Response: It’s no exit, no entrance, no understanding. The human race is doomed.
I didn’t even recognize your face. I didn’t even recognize your name, but it’s all the same. So what else could go wrong? Just a stones throw away from the wedding, what else could go wrong? What else could go wrong? A stones throw from warmth of light but every light’s off tonight. It’s alright. Nah. No way. Get real. No way. What the fuck?