Dropping Babies On Their Heads

There's a stranger in my car.
He looked in my side view mirror
And called me his friend,
So drive.

I drove on the tracks
And put my seat back
And let out a heavy sigh,
I stared into the night
Adorned with red lights
Ready to speak if I must die:

You're lost in your addiction
And frankly,
You're not making this transition
Any better.
Now there's the door
So please excuse me
While I sweep my heart off the floor.