I almost died at twenty-one
In january, driving northbound on abbott rd
The car in front of us slammed their brakes down hard
And slid off onto the right-hand shoulder
We were probably following too close,
But I honestly can't remember

We swerved into the turn lane
And lost control when we hit a patch of black ice
That would carry us right into the unavoidable path
Of a saturn barreling south in the opposite direction
My life did not flash before my eyes
I was trying to steer the van anywhere else
As time ground to a halt and froze

Then exploded violently
As metal collapsed into metal
At a horrific speed
There is always enough time
To do the things you love
(Until it's gone)