Verse 1

You brought it in on Monday, running smooth and clean,

By Friday came the phone call: “You should see the scene.”

A scratch across the fender, a crack beneath the hood,

You swore it was a simple fix—you said you understood.

Pre-Chorus

Now the keys are on the counter,

And your story’s wearing thin.

Chorus

You wrecked my ride, you call that repair?

Scraped the paint and left the damage there.

You broke what I brought in, then shrugged like it’s all right—

I want my car back whole, and I want it fixed right!

Verse 2

The bumper hangs crooked, the mirror won’t stay,

You blamed the old parts and tried to walk away.

I kept every photo, every promise you made,