redeem a loss of silence and recede
Along another roadside handling another bleak stranded car stranger, dead and singing to a shotgun's recipt
Man, you could completely slip away with that car if blood were easier to clean from the interior seats and you sometimes lean right on your drive home after deciding no one would care so you could speak to a good listener, not that those ears function, but at least they don't belong to a solicitor. Or maybe they do, no one told you and no one said it matters to you.