I'd say I'm drunk enough to hate you now
Or at least enough to take a little drive around the block
Crashing through the windshield can't be half as bad as crashing parties
Unintended for you
You presence isn't needed here
It isn't needed here
And at the hospital, the waiting room will not be crowded
The paramedics will not stand the sight of this
Instead there will be lovely flower patterned chairs
And a blank television
The corridors will not be filled
With closest friends and next of kin
Instead the bottles will be empty
And the bellies will be full
This holiday season has been quite intriguing to say the least
I've mixed a wonderful concoction
A miracle of sorts
It contains
So tonight ill either be fighting or lying in my own vomit but
Either way the morning will be lonely
And at your funereal
I'm sure the guests will sit and stare
With lovely words from people
Who all knew your parents
Pinebox memorial