Disclaimer: I don't own 'Bowling For Soup'. I don't own the music, lyrics or rights to the 'Bowling For Soup' song, 'Two Seater.' This is copyright to the band 'Bowling For Soup' and BMG. I also don't own Joan Of Arcadia.

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I wanna wake up in your arms
I wanna set off your alarms
I wanna break into your car
and I wanna take out your back seat
The one where you told me everything
I thought I always wanted to hear
The one where you told me that it's over

It was with grim satisfaction that Lilly picked up her hammer and drove it through the windscreen of Kevin's car, the dim moonlight reflecting from the shards of glass with perfect beauty and angular symmetry as they rained down like fireworks. The car he had prized with every fibre of its handicap- adapted being…

And every time you look in your rear-view mirror
I hope you see me...
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together...Uh Huh

What was my replacement's name? Oh yeah, 'Rebecca'. An old flame of his, or so Helen had told her, well she hoped they were happy together. The car was all theirs, or what was going to be left of it once she'd finished. She had moved on to the bonnet, using the razor sharp edge of the hammer to carve random patterns into the metal. This was beginning to feel good. The alarm had sounded out long ago, the painfully high-pitched noise echoing into the darkness.

I hope you like your Two Seater, No Radio
Keymark's parallel to the Pinstripes
Windows broken you're T Tops stolen
Now its one of a kind, Thanks for the Ride

So maybe she had been a nun, that was over with now, she was free to do as she wanted. And right now, she wanted to attack Kevin with a hammer. But his car was the next best thing, and more readily available seeing as Kevin himself didn't appear to be home. Probably out with his new girl. He had named the car 'Jessie' on one of their summer drives out to nowhere. She now took the a large amount of pleasure from slashing Jessie's tyres, the hiss of escaping air drowned out by the alarm but still evident from the cool sensation on her hand as she dragged the metal across the rubber. For now, she thought snidely, the other set of wheels will have to do, jerk.

I gotta get the hell out of dodge
I just spent the whole night avoiding the cops
I just don't think I'll go to the clink
Just cuz I took out your backseat

Lilly could hear voices now, panic stricken voices of the occupants of a near by house, bleating cries of a 'thug armed with a hammer' into their cell phones as they watched her. She didn't care. I jumped, Kevin. Jumped right off the edge of my fears 'cause you promised me I'd fly. Well, SPLAT. That was me falling.

The one where you told me everything
I thought I always wanted to hear
The one where you told me that it's over

The sound of sirens was just about audible over the car alarm, a sure sign that Lilly should grab the hammer and run like hell. Instead she ran round the vehicle, breaking every untouched window, uttering small shrieks of delight as their glittery shards fell to the sidewalk like fairy dust.

And every time you look in your rear-view mirror
I hope you see me...
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together...Uh Huh

A police van pulled up next to 'Jessie', two body armour clad policemen exiting it. With a sly smile she realised these men undoubtedly worked with Kevin's father. The hammer fell to the floor as ordered, her foot rushing out for one last kick at the heap of junk in front of her before she raised her hands.

I hope you like your Two Seater, No Radio
Keymark's parallel to the Pinstripes
Windows broken you're T Tops stolen
Now its one of a kind, Thanks for the Ride

The handcuffs chaffed her wrists, the grip of the police officer forcing her to double over as she was shoved into the back of the van.

Can you hear your radio?
I bet you can't hear your radio
So you'll never know I wrote this song for you
Sorry that your tires are flat
I know you weren't expecting that
Guess I got a little bit carried away

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