Dead.

I'm dead.

Stone cold dead.

Lying on the ground.

The car I never saw.

I'm bleeding out on the pavement.

I'm a ghost above the crowd.

I'm shouting, "I didn't want to die!"

The man, he's drunk, he's smiling to heaven.

The bottle is still in his hand, spilling out.

Like my blood staining the hood of his car red.

It went so fast, I even looked across, it isn't fair.

Thanks for taking my life, you drunkard, I hope I ruined yours.