After The Last Day Of A Heat Wave

Now that the slowness
Has come to a crawl
I'm in the corner
Staring down the after all
But I won't turn you in
I don't know where to begin

It's just that bad
It's just too early
All insults and charges
Have been dropped
We're the last car in a pile up
You can wrap your silver cross
You can wrap every thought
You ever had in there

["in there" refers to the aforementioned pile up - m.ryan]

It's always too soon
Or it's always too late
You're perfectly ruined
After the last day of a heat wave