Take A Ride With Me in When Will It All End

Take a ride with me, Joey. Take a ride with me through the past couple months of my life. The life I now have to live without you. The life that I no longer recognize. The life I pray I find my way out of every night.
Let’s take a slow ride. Take it easy. I don’t want you to miss a thing. It’s important that you see the sting.
I somehow always knew the day would come that I would lose you. How could I not live in that constant fear when you lived your life to the fullest with a wide open throttle.
I heard your voice for the last time that evening, followed by the last time I’d ever hear your car pull out of my driveway. I seen your smiling face for the last time as you climbed into that car for the last time.
Then the sting. The moment every parent dreads. “They don’t think the driver made it.” You didn’t, in fact, make it did you son?
Did you know what it would do to us? I feel like I’m slowing dying from the inside out. I don’t recognize myself or any part of my life anymore. I’m stuck in this strange land that I can’t find my way out of. I’m stuck here looking for you. Trying to see you and find you in everything around me. But it’s never really you is it? Because you aren’t here anymore are you? You didn’t come on this ride with me through the past couple months of my life, did you? You left me that fateful day. That sting that I felt, that was you taking a piece of me that I can’t live without. Now I’m just stuck here in this strange new life slowing dying from the inside and praying for my suffering to end.