She used to be wild,
wrong side of the highway,
midnight kisses in the backseat,
coke and rum on her breath,
and all of those memories.

She used to be reckless,
reaching out the car window,
driving through those red lights,
smoking her cherry cigarette,
never waiting for the safe road.

She used to be careless,
just a naïve little girl,
laughing around every turn,
not thinking what would be there,
never touching the brakes.

She used to be wild,
a stranger's house and room,
following them to the right,
and that left turn in the road,
what happened to that girl?