Drinking And Driving. Poem by Mindless minds

I don’t drink and drive,
I drink while I drive,
this might be suicide,
however these thoughts just pass by,
I wonder why.

So I look to the right of me
and I see my brain driving along side of me.
I panic because it’s not inside of me.
I ask god to guide me, I need him beside me,
to put my brain back inside of me.
Then it hits me. I have been drinking.

This is what causes my irrational thinking.
I reduce my speed. Turn the music down.
And I try to see what’s around me.
That’s when I realize I haven’t even been driving.