Friday Night

It was just last Friday night
We were all having a good time.
You said you could drive.
I was to dizzy to tell you no.
I sat in the passenger seat and tried to sleep.
The rain pelted the road in front of us and the windshield.
I heard the tires screech and I put my hands in front of me.
The glass shattered and the metal crunched.
the last thing I saw was you crying.

I watched as everyone cried for me.
I saw you in the crowd holding a cross and praying and begging it was you.
I never left your side
never believe the minster at a wedding that says til death do you part.