Do you believe you’re missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed, the night’s hard to get through. And I will die all alone. And when I arrive, I won’t know anyone.
I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.