The Hell That We're In

To the places we've been,
The Hell that we're in,
And all the alcohol that came with it.

We'll never again
Play around with sins,
But we're already buried in our own shit.

To the digger of the grave,
The preacher who saved,
And those who came to watch the show.

To how much beer we drank,
Every slurred song we sang,
And everything we wished we'd known.

To our closest friend,
Who is now dead,
And who shouldn't have driven.

To the cop car siren,
The way we kept crying,
And to the survivor whose car had hit him.

It just doesn't seem real,
I didn't know beer could kill,
But now I do and it really hurts.

There'll never be a next time,
Drunk I'll never drive,
And no one will be six feet under the dirt.

To the places we've been,
The Hell we're still in,
And whatever decides to come with it.