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.
Be good to each other,