The story of a sad pot hole who feels not loved or cared for until it gets filled and becomes happy.
Lyrics:
I was born in the spring from a crack in the street
Little rain, little frost, now I’m five inches deep
Cars hit me daily like I owe them rent
Coffee spills, curses fly, no one asks how I’m bent
They swerve, they scream, they flip me off slow
Like I chose this life, I’m just asphalt, bro
I’m a pothole, cold and wide
City drives right past my cries
They tweet complaints, they honk and rage
But nobody fills me day by day
I just sit here, breaking souls
Unloved, unnoticed…
Just a pothole
Tires scream, rims get bent
I’ve eaten hubcaps, no regret
GPS says “avoid this route”
Now I’m famous but still abused
I hear them say “they’ll fix it soon”
Yeah okay, I’ve heard that tune
I’m a pothole, rain-filled pit
Duck families treat me like a hotel suite
Cones show up, then disappear
Like false hope once or twice a year
I trend online, I steal the show
Still nobody comes with the road repair flow
Winter, I got bigger
Freeze-thaw made me a villain figure
City budget said “next fiscal year”
Translation: sit tight and suffer here
Breakdown
It’s not about the asphalt…
It’s about feeling seen.
Then one morning what’s that sound?
Orange vests, glory bound
Jackhammer humming, trucks arrive
Is this real or just another drive-by?
They pour the mix, they smooth my face
I’m losing depth but gaining grace
POTHOLE
I was a pothole, sad and deep
Now I’m level, clean, complete
No more splashes, no more rage
No more hate mail on the city page
I didn’t think they cared at all
Turns out I just had to stall
I’m not gone, I’ve just been healed
From cratered mess to perfectly sealed
So if you hit a smooth road tonight
Pour one out for my former life
I was lonely, cracked, and whole-less…
Now I’m patched and emotionally whole
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