Quarter mile

Your speech is slurred
with every word
my head hurts
my visions blurred
i try to sleep
it does no good
i only weep
like you said i would
i sit and cry
i lay my head
my wrist bleeds
so i fled
i called your phone
you let it ring
i miss the way
you'd say some things
my eyes in your rear-view
you'd wink through your smile
my life's almost done
just another quarter mile.