When we first met you were driving the wrong way down the interstate / Cops in tow / LED headlights blinding / Wagecucked chattel like me / I was just another piece of collateral damage / Bulldozed in your wake 

“I’m ready to try again.” Claire said.

I know I wouldn’t think this way if I’d made some effort to become a better person, but at this point, it’s too late. I’ve come to believe that when you choose a way of living, you need to commit to it like religion or it won’t stick.