Friends dont let friends drink and drive.
The beam is bright, my heart is red
The thing I love most is the thing that is dead,
I don’t know what to think except that its all in my head,
I don’t know why I do the things I do,
except just to get closer to you,
why do I have to be this way when all I can think
about is yesterday
the day that my heart went cold,
the day that my story was told,
why is it that every time I think of you
all of a sudden my heart turns blue,
and the sky turns black and there is no more light,
all because of what happened that night.
friends don’t let friends drink and drive