Oct 2012
I didn’t see it coming,
It wasn’t set on my nightly planner.
4 sober hours ago seem so far away now.
On my left hand,
cherry red lipstick smug stains shows memories of a forgotten night that I’ll always have to regret.
See, I only wish it was lipstick.
Truthfully, I know that 2 hours and a 5th of ***** earlier I was all to worried about which girl I want to take home.
Stumble 1 drunken hour later,
keg stands and **** rips have me defying gravity and federal law.
My beer googles are activated,
I’m captivated with the idea of driving.
30 smashed minutes forward,
I finally reach the forbidden fruit with
2
beautiful blonde blue-eyed babes.
Tumbling into our seats,
we were invincible.
Plastering our way forward through empty roads and city streets,
I’m reminiscent on stop signs and brake lights.
I hear cherry red lips speak sensual words into my ear,
whispers of achieving my goal.
It’s stated eyes are windows to the soul,
this is true because I could see it in the reflection of pupils,
a single tree along with it.
I turn my beer goggles quick enough to see this wasn’t a tanked-up nightmare but,
the bark of a beast that makes no noise.
I saw 2 beautiful blonde blue-eyed girls fly threw my windshield,
I wonder what their moms will say.
I got wrecked to wreck the lives of not only myself but
of entire families and lives
that weren’t even created yet.
I’ll never know the wonders I killed,
the hopes I stabbed,
the dreams I cut down deeply into their veins and watched them bleed out.
30 somber minutes I spent finding nothing else to blame,
it’s all on me,
I was the drunk judge, jury and executioner.
Now, I look to my left hand,
wishing 4 sober hours ago,
I could’ve saw it coming.
It wasn’t set on my nightly planner.
4 sober hours ago seem so far away now.
On my left hand,
cherry red lipstick smug stains shows memories of a forgotten night that I’ll always have to regret.
See, I only wish it was lipstick.
Truthfully, I know that 2 hours and a 5th of ***** earlier I was all to worried about which girl I want to take home.
Stumble 1 drunken hour later,
keg stands and **** rips have me defying gravity and federal law.
My beer googles are activated,
I’m captivated with the idea of driving.
30 smashed minutes forward,
I finally reach the forbidden fruit with
2
beautiful blonde blue-eyed babes.
Tumbling into our seats,
we were invincible.
Plastering our way forward through empty roads and city streets,
I’m reminiscent on stop signs and brake lights.
I hear cherry red lips speak sensual words into my ear,
whispers of achieving my goal.
It’s stated eyes are windows to the soul,
this is true because I could see it in the reflection of pupils,
a single tree along with it.
I turn my beer goggles quick enough to see this wasn’t a tanked-up nightmare but,
the bark of a beast that makes no noise.
I saw 2 beautiful blonde blue-eyed girls fly threw my windshield,
I wonder what their moms will say.
I got wrecked to wreck the lives of not only myself but
of entire families and lives
that weren’t even created yet.
I’ll never know the wonders I killed,
the hopes I stabbed,
the dreams I cut down deeply into their veins and watched them bleed out.
30 somber minutes I spent finding nothing else to blame,
it’s all on me,
I was the drunk judge, jury and executioner.
Now, I look to my left hand,
wishing 4 sober hours ago,
I could’ve saw it coming.
