Out of Control

The party was great,
The music was loud.
People drinking and dancing,
There was such a big crowd.

At first I joined in,
And then sat to the side.
Trying to spot someone sober,
Who could give me a ride.

As I walked outside
to try, and find a payphone
The music from inside
Faded into a drone.

I breathed in the fresh air
Glad to be free
The party was ending
From what I could see

A guy strolled to his car
"You wanna ride?" He said
He looked pretty sober
So I nodded my head.

That night I made,
the biggest mistake.
The biggest mistake
That I could ever truly make.

As I got in,
The guy called to his mates.
They all hopped in,
Most of them with dates.

People sat on laps,
Even some on the floor.
I was praying and praying
I'd get safely to my door.

We went faster and faster,
The speedometer rising.
This simple fact
I kept emphasizing.

Don't worry they said,
There's no one around.
Exactly my point
I said, my eyes on the ground.

I should have said something,
Should have spoken up.
I suppose I was focusing,
On not throwing up.

The world was spinning,
Round and round.
We were out of control,
I heard a squealing sound.

That sound was the breaks,
Screaming and groaning.
Then why weren't we stopping?
I heard someone moaning.

I felt us hit something,
I heard and almighty crunch.
It's probably tree,
I thought on a hunch.

And then it was still,
The spinning slowed down.
It was awfully quiet,
I realized with a frown.

Too quiet I thought,
What was wrong with everyone?
The party had been great,
It had been such fun!

Then the realization,
Flooded back to me.
We had had an accident,
That was plain to see.

With a sudden desperation,
I looked around.
Searching for a face
Searching for a sound.

A sound of life,
That's what I searched for.
With a sigh of defeat,
I sank to the floor.

I was getting short of breath,
How long did I have to live?
My blood was quickly draining,
Like it was going through a sieve.

As a result of one drink driver,
As a result of one silly mistake.
We lost control and now,
Now my life is at stake.

As I take my final breath,
Relief floods through my head.
Someone beside me has stirred.
Someone, thankfully, is not dead.