I never wanted that little truck
And only had her because you 
Couldn’t manage to keep her

Like most things in your life
You started big, talk and promises
But couldn’t follow through

And when your deeds didn’t 
Match your words, as always
I was your net to catch it all

So I took her and her payments
Saving you from yourself
And from your latest vice 

She became the part of you 
I could still take care of 
And protect from life’s wear and tear

I washed her and buffed her paint
I checked her oil, changed her tires
I kept her running for years

But eventually trucks die…and so do little brothers