You get to be brand new
A whole new you
The old me?
Oh I'm not sure
She died somewhere on I-96
Between Detroit and Fowlerville
She just collapsed
In the front seat of her mother's Malibu

I do believe it was soon after
She punched a trash can
And made out with her best friend
And then followed him into a room
She never really remembered
Much after that point
But she cried a lot about it

Until she died
She turned into her own grave stone
She took something to help her sleep
Took half the bottle
And got sick
She woke up crying
But she woke up
Only to die a few weeks later

I still visit her sometimes
Like tonight
On New Year's
To shove it in her face that I managed
I survived what she couldn't

I still hate her
But I still love her too
She lives in a dark place in my heart
That sometimes I flush out
With her favorite drink
Like tonight
On New Year's