There were seven of us
crammed in a tangled mess.
Four in the back, three in the front, I sat
on your best friends lap.

We were leaving my best friends back
to their house. You drove
like a ******* maniac.
And we were all fantastically twisted drunk.

Fiat Punto sardine can,
my two in the back held hands.
Whispered 'I love you' in their own ears
whenever you took a sharp turn too fast.

But me and the boy supporting my weight
were screaming for faster
and I could feel life moving through me
in the wind rushing past us.

We stopped then, suddenly.
And you put your arm around me
and said "put on your seatbelt."
So I did, because you said so

and on the drive home I felt safe.