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?