i drink to the point
where i'm drunk
my breath
smells like spray from a skunk
i make my
retreat
and i cruise
down the street
how i hope
they don't look in the trunk
i stop when he
flashes the lights
he thinks i
won't run but i might
the car isn't
mine
and i can't
walk a line
and i'll lose
if it comes to a fight
i floor it and think
i'm in first
but it's
clear that the car's in reverse
at first
there's a crash
and i know
it's all smashed
it seems that
tonight i'm just cursed
