Chivalry Was Found Dead in the Bottom of a Bottle in His Cold and Dreary Hands

What did it take for you to realize you were wrong?
The whirl of the lights or the sound of the throng
of people fleeing the scene in a haze initiated by the
foggiest notion to think to stop to take a small drink
out of that barren draught of false hopes and promises
of respite from this world we call our own but hate to think
about the future of this world that so long stood alone
and undaunted except when this race we call man
took up and took a stand against all that was good
and clean and safe and fun and truly memorable
to forsake it for this one-night-stand with a bottle
in hand and a haze settling in over body and mind.

Chivalry was found dead in the bottom of a bottle
in His cold and dreary hands that took hold of the wheel
whose tires peeled on the pavement as the brake lights
roared into life to light up the night
on that cold and harsh evening
when the cops chased them way
into the night
where courtesy took respite
in the brightest corners
where those roaches dare not wonder
into for fear of being caught
in the blinding stare of reality
as it slaps them in the face.

When the bottles are turned up
and the cuffs turned down
and those once happy faces
turned all into frowns,
Then they will realize
the black they are wearing
is because of that night
when the fools took flight
and didn't know who that was
or when to respond to the lights
that illuminated cold asphalt
as they came to a sudden stop
that sent others on ahead
and dropped them dead
to the grass when their bottles
now lay upside down and empty
like their hearts.

What does it take to realize you're wrong?
The note in the bottom of the bottle
or the voice of the song
at the funeral of a friend?
Is it enough for one night
or all the nights til the end
to see them all suffer
at the loss of your friend?

Is it enough to lose all
and let one another fall
just for one night of fun
none remember -- at all?

Chivalry was found dead in the bottom of a bottle
in those cold and dreary hands
that clutched the wheel
that took the life
that felt surreal
as it sped off into the night.

Chivalry sped into the night.
Chivalry took off in fright.
Chivalry stood dead with a knife
With a knife in the shape of a bottle
The knife that took his own life
In the night.