[Verse 1] You were a red truck with a nebula hood, clouds on the tailgate like the weather understood. Black, white, gold, and silver drawn across your scars— I kept painting little doorways where the damage was. You broke down in Alabama. I had nothing left to spend. No food, no heat, no money— then help came rolling in. Voices crossed the country just to pull us through. I thought that I had summoned them. Maybe it was you. [Chorus] Kismet saved me in so many ways, gave me somewhere I could sleep through the coldest days. She carried all my broken worlds and never asked me when— I’m sorry, Kismet. I couldn’t save you again. [Verse 2] You slipped into a parade once like you’d planned it all along, an empty street, some folding chairs, a whole town moving on. Jay held a marshmallow unicorn. The camera caught us there— a little moving fantasy that wandered through the square. Some nights beneath your hanging lights, strangers came around. We traded pieces of our lives beside a dumping ground. A deer stepped through the nearby trees. Nobody had to leave. You made a home from anywhere a person chose to speak. [Chorus] Kismet saved me in so many ways, gave me somewhere I could sleep through the coldest days. She carried all my broken worlds and never asked me when— I’m sorry, Kismet. I couldn’t save you again. [Verse 3] I let somebody drive you when love got complicated. You came back looking different, like both of us had aged. I bought more pens to mark the places I once tried to hide— I thought I’d paint the joy back on your weather-beaten sides. I wrote down all my plans for you: more color, one more trip. One big gift to Fort Deposit for the kindness we were given. I wrote it like the road ahead was something we still had. I didn’t know those future words would hurt me quite this bad. [Bridge] Then the city called you abandoned. They put a number on your name. They counted days and storage fees. I counted every place you had carried me through ruin, every time I got you back— but grief had emptied out my hands, and money was what I lacked. It wasn’t the first time someone took you away. It was only the first time I couldn’t make them wait. You were somewhere behind a fence. I was somewhere breaking too. There was no final drive together. No proper goodbye to you. [Final Chorus] Kismet saved me in so many ways— red beneath a universe, clouds framing her tailgate. She carried all my broken worlds until the bitter end. I didn’t leave you, Kismet. I ran out of ways to come get you again. [Outro] A nebula on the hood. Clouds where the road disappeared. A red truck full of little worlds— and all of them were here.
