Tired Tires

"We're all vehicles cruising down a road Fresh quadruplets screwed on, One for each corner At first, the tires friction if sharp Brighter than a sun in July Gas on the same roads we took yesterday The hills stay the same, Routes never change Overtime, the road can scrape up the tires Every heartbreak, every tear shed, They're just more friction and rocks, Added onto the gravel road Overtime, we all become worn like tires What some people don't realize, We need a break to trade our tires in, For a refreshment to start a smoother ride"