On Reflection

He steps away. From his car. With a song. He was wrong. He should have known all along. With wary eyes and uncertain grin. Fall out. I saved your voice. Trouble. That outstretched hand you had to shake. You sell out. You could have had your choice. But broke away the turnstile. Fall out. Your friends are toys. In time. That outstretched hands you had to shake. Will sell you out. And leave your wreck.