xblackxxcrayonx
10/27/03, 04:07 PM
*How does it feel to know ?*
As the lights darted back and forth,
Silently between the trees,
You reached into your back pocket,
And pulled out your car keys.
You had been at your friends party,
For about an hour or so,
And in the last five minutes you decided you had seen enough,
And you choosed to go.
Before you left though,
You remembered you had had a few beers to drink after you came,
You didn't think it would have any affect,
And that your life would still be the same.
So you got in your car,
And you were ready to go,
As you started the car the headlights came on,
Which made the light dance and play on the snow.
You pulled out of the driveway,
You looked both ways,
Then you floored the accelerator,
As you played back in your mind the last few days.
You were almost home,
When you started to realize,
That you were intoxicated,
And that there would be no compromise.
Though through all the lights,
The stop signs and the ground,
Surprising enough,
You made it home safe and sound.
But when you walked through the door,
You found frowns instead of smiles,
On some of your friends faces,
That to be here; had driven miles.
That's when they told you,
that your friend had been hit,
She had drank a few beers,
And just wasn't fit.
So you tell me,
How it feels to own the thought
That you just got lucky and made it home,
But your friend did not.
As the lights darted back and forth,
Silently between the trees,
You reached into your back pocket,
And pulled out your car keys.
You had been at your friends party,
For about an hour or so,
And in the last five minutes you decided you had seen enough,
And you choosed to go.
Before you left though,
You remembered you had had a few beers to drink after you came,
You didn't think it would have any affect,
And that your life would still be the same.
So you got in your car,
And you were ready to go,
As you started the car the headlights came on,
Which made the light dance and play on the snow.
You pulled out of the driveway,
You looked both ways,
Then you floored the accelerator,
As you played back in your mind the last few days.
You were almost home,
When you started to realize,
That you were intoxicated,
And that there would be no compromise.
Though through all the lights,
The stop signs and the ground,
Surprising enough,
You made it home safe and sound.
But when you walked through the door,
You found frowns instead of smiles,
On some of your friends faces,
That to be here; had driven miles.
That's when they told you,
that your friend had been hit,
She had drank a few beers,
And just wasn't fit.
So you tell me,
How it feels to own the thought
That you just got lucky and made it home,
But your friend did not.