I'll be the last voice that you hear tonight
There on your way, from your second home
Your eyes will close 30 seconds too long
You'll see your shoulders casting out your weightless limbs
Your head against the steering wheel, the nylon wins
The door still works, and you use it
Can you even believe, that you were seconds away
From being an article that a man reads to his wife
And tells her that "there's one less drunk in the world"
Yet, there's one less drunk in the world
But not at the end of this morning's wreck
Nothing to stare at,
nothing to shield their eyes from after they stare.
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