I’d say I’m drunk enough to hate you now   Or at least enough to take a little drive around the block   Crashing through the windshield can’t be half as bad as crashing parties   Unintended for you      You presence isn’t needed here   It isn’t needed here      And at the hospital, the waiting room will not be crowded   The paramedics will not stand the sight of this   Instead there will be lovely flower patterned chairs   And a blank television      The corridors will not be filled   With closest friends and next of kin   Instead the bottles will be empty   And the bellies will be full      This holiday season has been quite intriguing to say the least      I’ve mixed a wonderful concoction   A miracle of sorts   It contains       So tonight ill either be fighting or lying in my own vomit but   Either way the morning will be lonely      And at your funereal   I’m sure the guests will sit and stare   With lovely words from people   Who all knew your parents   Pinebox memorial