A week ago, all my bad choices
Sounded fun,
That I would never fall down so hard
And wake up.

See, it was just too easy to drive,
To pick one;
Return home, store, and crack open one,
Pourin' chill.

Under the sea of desperation
I hid well.
To drown in lies and tears, choking in
agony?

Didn't care.
Couldn't care.
Wished I cared.
Now's too late.

Two nights ago, demons called collect,
Why, of course;
Asking to take me and drag me home,
Told 'em "no".

Yet it's getting late again, I see,
Time to run.
Will make the run in time, if I jet,
Step on it.

Will I see the loud lights, hear the crash?
Maybe not.

Will there be an afterlife of sorts?
I dunno.