Jake from State Farm's blog: "Song Lyrics"

The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced, three-word gesture

I started something
I forced you to a zone and you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something
And now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something
I forced you to a zone and you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something
And now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labour seems fair enough

I started something
I forced you to a zone and you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something
And now I'm not too sure

I started something
I started something
Typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something
And now I'm not too sure