It wasn't your song on the radio.

I don't even know if you like the band.

Every lyric reminded me of you, though.

Filled with guilt and regret, I drove on.

Holding firm to the wheel, I was torn to tears.

My car doing 60 in the center lane.



"Drugs or Me" screamed of you.

I wish there hadn't been a choice.

Your side should have been at the forefront.

Ultimatums usually do no earthly good.

It was a hard lesson to learn.

Today's lesson came in the form of a song.



The interstate feels like hell today.

I fear the track to be played next.

Mixes can be a dangerous thing.