Thought i knew better

Its Christmas eve and you’re out with the lads 
Laughing and joking just acting the goat 
One more pint, then on with your coat 

Leave the pub, swing keys round your finger
Without a thought for the person behind the ring on that finger
That last pint, yeah it still lingers. 

Alcohol fused, you’re off in a hurry 
Out of the door, telling mates not to worry 
Brain not thinking straight you open the gate 
Down the path you stagger to your coffin that awaits 

Fumbling hands trying to find the keyhole 
Eyes squinting, seeing double vision, you open the door 
Sit in your seat, drop keys on the floor 
Cursing you fumble around on the floor 
Pick them up, then close your door 

Adjust your mirror; you look at your reflection 
knowing your perception needs some correction 
Thinking “god I look rough” as you stare at pale complexion
But still you put keys into the ignition
Rev the engine  with great conviction  

Check your mirror, into first gear 
Indicate, and then pull out 
Watch that boy you hear them shout 
Mind not straight because you’re pissed 
boy on bike is narrowly missed

Swerve to miss boy on his bike 
Into oncoming traffic, towards bright lights 
Then it comes with one almighty clash
Eyes close as your head hits the dash  

Blood that  drips from steering wheel 
outside your window, people squeal 
as your head hangs lifeless on the wheel 
your mind thinking is this for real

lying still, not able to move 
legs pinned tight, imprisoned by your seat
indicators stuck on constant repeat 
bright blue lights try to accomplish their feats

Life that slips before your eyes 
Thoughts of memories past slip by 
As you struggle for your last breath
Infused blood coagulates in your head 
Causing almost instant death

Christmas day in your household 
Filled with bitter, sorrow, remorse 
Your wife cries from the news, and slumps to the floor  
rubbing her belly Saying “you stupid man 
Why didn’t you take the bus?
And then you still be here with us, 
you silly man."

Looking down from heaven above 
Missing all you had and once loved 
Thinking what a big mistake you made
Thinking “why oh why did I have that last pint? 
Why didn’t I listen to my friends at the gate?”
what did it matter if i was a few minutes late? 

I should have took a cab, I know this now 
But it’s too late; I’m in a hole in the ground 
All because I thought I knew better
Now all my wife has is this letter 
A letter to say my worldly goods are yours 
Look after them love, and please don’t mourn 
Get on with your life, you deserve better than me 
If i hadn't had that last drink 
we'd now be three 
we'd now be a family.