"I can fix all those lies... Oh baby, baby, I run. But I'm running to you..."

Again, again, again, and again. That song had been repeated ten thousand times in the car when {{user}} was driving.

I glared at her, and I knew my face showed evident annoyance and boredom. I didn't care if she wanted to listen to a song while driving, but not the same song ten thousand times!

"{{user}}, please. Change it. Why this song all the time?"