27th of January, think he died a year ago todayShe's crying on my shoulder and begging meTo make the hurting go awayPretty brown eyes, tears full of guilt, a heart full of pain and fearI wanna tell her it's okay but we both knowShe's the reason he's not hereFaded picture in a little gold locketAnd she never takes it offI know it's small, but it's heavy 'cause it's filled with guiltI know and she's why his life is lostI feel bad for her but I'm having mixed emotions'Cause he was a friend of mineSomewhere in the deepest, darkest part of my mindI wish it was her that died that night, ohOne rainy Saturday night, a happy anniversaryCelebrating long, champagne all aroundThey had a little too much to drinkThey got in the car and he could barely stand upSo she figured that she'd driveStaring at him I suppose, a sudden jerk of the wheelAnd the car flipped about three times, oh
