Drugs, Alcohol, & Airbags
Gonna call up the boys,
cause you’re feeling dangerous tonight.
Gonna do what you feel like,
do whatever feels right.
Take another swig of this,
another hit of that.
whatever’s passed up from the back.
Your conscience isn’t in the car
and your judgment was left at the door,
but you’ve never felt more alert,
you’ve never felt this way before.
What if I were to say,
the end of two lives,
was but one car crash away.
Would you still…
act the same way,
relive the same mistakes?
Turn up the music,
‘cause it’s too quiet in here,
driving takes too much effort,
just let the alcohol steer.
The speedometer reads seventy,
but the sign says thirty-five,
fuck it,
after all,
you’re a rebel tonight.
What if I were to say,
the end of two lives,
was but one car crash away.
Would you still…
act the same way,
relive the same mistakes?
Waiting at the intersection,
for the orange hand to disappear,
watching cars pass by,
cell phone pressed against her ear,
making plans for tomorrow,
but little did she know…
God, I wish she could’ve known…
Nothing’s quite as convincing,
until you experience it first hand,
the commercials on TV,
are just one more thing said,
the warnings on labels,
mindlessly read,
but little did you know…
God, I wish you could’ve known.
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Submission Name: Drugs, Alcohol, & Airbags
