What about the other Car?

The light trickles over your face
and then turns to black
as we drive through this place
we know we can't go back...

another shot of whiskey
another needle stuck
we're loosing reality
and the weather really sucks...

the car is sleeping
we're sliding on sleep
we always thought
death would be so sweet...

but what about the other car?
the other bodies on the road?
they lie beneath the stars
bleeding in the cold xoxo