Cleft lifts won't get you a date any time soon.

In the past, I drove by

Not looking at any signs

Not looking at the destination
Just kept on looking to the left

At the rain, at the pleasure, at the moment
I should of read the signs
I looked for the moment, where I didn't see my crash
I'm still scarred, yes

From all the part in the crash that sucked me in

It wasn't my fault, they advertised so much

Even though they scammed so much and delivered so little

The scars won't heal for a while

But I'm going to look in front when I drive now

For I might miss you crossing

I just hope my scars don't scare you.