When Monday night had rolled around

Just like the empty bottle

Thought I might hit the ground

But only going full throttle

100 miles in only an hour

The car roaring in pain

The thoughts turning sour

Nearly throwing it down the drain

Never again to drinking liquor

It was something to help avoid

It has only made me sicker

All to forget and to fill a void

Down the drain he went

It wasn’t a scratch but a nasty dent