We all know better than to do it. We all know it's never right. Put the keys in the ignition and speed home every night. The light glaring in my eyes, feel like I haven't slept for days. I find myself driving in a drunken fucking haze. I don't know how I'm home tonight and although I'm happy in bed, I really need to stop repeating this act over again. Inside I know I shouldn't do it but when all is done and said, I find myself drinking and driving once again. We've been drinking for however many hours now. I believe it's time for me to head home. We both know I've had one too many tonight, but I think I'll have just one more for the road. The music blaring in my face just to keep myself awake. Got every window slightly open. Probably won't stop till it's way too late.