With alcohol succumbed in the air,
The slur of violence in his voice;
Call a cab, for the slightly tipsy, young lady,
Driving home alone; is his choice.
He'll argue over who has the keys,
Then he'll give her a slight push into the taxi car.
Tell the driver her address, and kiss the window's lips.
She'll press her face against the window; and watch him from afar.
As he starts up the car,
Puts the keys in the ignition;
He's revving the engine, and taking one last gulp of beer,
Worsening the situation and his condition.
Swerving down the crowded streets;
Thank God, all the lights were green.
Horns blaring in the air,
Due to his reckless swerve.
He's making a left turn,
And driving the car over the curb.
And it's like time shatters for a moment,
As he hears the woman scream.
Tires screeching, brakes giving out on the hard asphalt;
And time goes slower than it seems.
Swerving down the crowded streets;
Thank God, all the lights were green.
When alcohol warms his blood,
And his body becomes hot.
He neglects to remember; green means go..
And red means to stop.
Swerving down the crowded streets;
An intersection where two deaths meet.
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Don't drink and drive, sweethearts.
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