mixed up month and too soon to be over me and you with your sudden stop today driving the last of us away and the girl in rearview tries i can only see her eyes she's bracing for the crash and i wonder who's at fault as i'm screeching to a halt but too late words much too curt do they smart? does it hurt? the pavement sweats beneath slighting my efforts to relieve you of the years it takes but i only locked the brakes and the girl in rearview tries i can only see her eyes she's bracing for the crash and i wonder who's at fault as i'm screeching to a halt but too late words much too curt and you were inert does it smart? does it hurt?