-------------------Can I drive?--------------------------
                              De­ath asked
                                and got into the car
                                ahead of her
                              She didn't answer
                           but took the wheel
                      as usual
                  Music? Death suggested,
            pointing to the radio
       with his skeletal hand
       but she paid no attention
        driving up the on-ramp
           and picking up speed
                 You still have chocolate
                       on your chin,
                              Death lied
                                   She turned the
                                          rear-view mirror
                                              to check her face -
                                                That is when
                                               Death
                                          grabbed
                                  the                          
                    wheel