I really do not like to drive
I'd rather walk and stay alive
These other drivers get on my last nerve

They're either talking on their phone
Or licking on an ice cream cone
I do not know whether to stop or swerve

Are they all insane?
Do they have a brain?
I should have rode a bike or took a train

It really is just too much stress
To drive to work in all this mess

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Driving
I do not think I can go on
Driving
This is too much
It really is such
A crying shame

If I have any luck at all
This clunky auto will not stall
And back up traffic on the interstate

But I know how things always go
Whatever lane I'm in is slow
It's no surprise that once again, I'm late

There's nowhere to hide
From this rage inside
As I hit the gas the engine died

The people stare as they drive by
And no one helps, I wonder why

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And I have yet to mention my insurance rates

It's too much to take
Gives me a headache
And I think my mental health's at stake

I've made my mind, I'll no more drive
But cab fare costs twelve ninety-five

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