They did it every day. They knew how much I hated seeing them like that; not that it mattered. I understand they had a lot going on, but was “escaping” really worth it? They didn’t know where they got half that shit from. All it was at that point was a death wish. I didn’t want to watch them slowly kill themselves. No one could stop them, they was already long gone. The only thing I could do was be with them and hope they’d be alright. I kept telling myself “just look at the lights”. I had to focus on anything but them in that car. I can barely see the lights now. I don’t have the slightest recollection of any of the parties we went to or how the night’s ended. Just the lights. Looking at the lights.