The Drive Home

I know that's not coke

And I know you're not okay

I wonder if you've told anyone

And I wonder why no one has helped you

I know it's illegal, shouldn’t you too?

Did you forget I'm here?

You tell me to be quiet, we'll be home in a few

I contemplate jumping out, weighing my chances

The odds of surviving this drive home are slim,

The chances of you getting the help you need,

Slim to none.

I lay down in the back seat and close my eyes

I hope the crash is quick, I pray for you.