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I am driving in my car,
The man on the radio is singing what I feel,
And it makes me think about you,
It is so late tonight,
And at this moment,
I can’t decide what I want more,
To taste your lips or the bottle,
It is a shame really,
How easily it is to crawl into this liquor-filled reality I call life,
It is as if I am writing my own destruction,
A modern day Oedipus they call me,
But you call me so many beautiful things,
All that I drown out with liquid ecstasy,
You deserve better,
My car trembles as it gains speed,
My eyes are burning but I can still the curve,
But I go straight,
And I hear a crack,
And I am laying,
Numb,
As I lay here knowing I am not going to get back up,
I begin to think,
I would have chosen you.

Description
I am driving in my car,
The man on the radio is singing what I feel,
And it makes me think about you,
It is so late tonight,
And at this moment,
I can’t decide what I want more,
To taste your lips or the bottle,
It is a shame really,
How easily it is to crawl into this liquor-filled reality I call life,
It is as if I am writing my own destruction,
A modern day Oedipus they call me,
But you call me so many beautiful things,
All that I drown out with liquid ecstasy,
You deserve better,
My car trembles as it gains speed,
My eyes are burning but I can still the curve,
But I go straight,
And I hear a crack,
And I am laying,
Numb,
As I lay here knowing I am not going to get back up,
I begin to think,
I would have chosen you.