The Call

You're lightheaded
You think every thing's fine
But I guess you forgot me
Forgot me on the other line

You dialed my number
You slurred a hello
I knew you weren't sober
From the word go

You think it's all in the fun
But I'll tell you no one
Will be laughing
When you're done

I worry about you
But you're too wasted to care
Did you ever once think
You're treating me unfair

One day it'll happen
I know it will
You won't see it coming
But it'll happen still

You'll drink your cares away
Let your inhibitions drop
One glass after another
And you won't stop

You'll get in your car
You'll put it on maximum drive
Too bad next morning
You won't be alive

You'll crash into a wall
And then you'll see
That you're very last vision
Will be a vision of me

I'll stand over your body
Look at your dead face
There won't be life there
No not a trace

I'll think of how much I loved you
I'll hate myself for not doing more
I'll wonder how it happened
And how it was once you that I did adore

And I'll stand at that funeral
My head bowed, no expression at all
Tracing your life back
To that first drunken call