hush now, the lights are coming (unmixed)

they found the car wrapped around a cottonwood, radio still humming something sad and slow. blood on the dashboard, beer cans in the footwell— the kind with the eagle on the label. - he was twenty-three. drunk and sure he was invincible. said god rides shotgun and the devil's in the rearview, laughing. - the girl beside him didnt scream, just bit her lip hard enough to taste every bad decision he had ever made. - later, the cops shook their heads, wrote "reckless" like it meant something to the dead. - mama leaves the porch light on anyway, said maybe hes still out there, walking home barefoot with his jacket over her shoulders. trying to remember the words to a song he never finished