From the album Nowhere Feels Like Home - EP
This is a drunk driving song that refuses to say it directly until the last line. The devil imagery is not metaphor. It's the narrator watching himself make the choice that kills someone he loves, knowing what's coming, unable to stop it.
There ain't a drop left in my cup. / They had my heart all riled up.
Past tense already. He's telling this from after. The empty cup matters because everything that follows happened because it wasn't empty soon enough.
I looked into her Hazel eyes. / I made her promise she would always be beside me.
He asks her to promise the one thing he's about to make impossible. The specificity of 'Hazel' makes her real, makes what's coming worse.
'Cause for the past few years, something hasn't felt right. / I watched your face get dark. You used to be so...'
The song cuts him off mid-sentence. He can't finish 'bright' because he's the reason she isn't anymore. That missing word is the title hanging over everything.
That fog, that ice. / If I were sober I'd have known. / Such a beautiful night, but she never made it home.
Three short sentences doing maximum damage. Weather conditions named like evidence. The conditional 'if I were sober' is the whole song's horror in six words.
The worst part is how he saw it coming. Saw the devil smiling, saw the choices stacking up, made her promise to stay beside him and then got in the car anyway. This is not a song about a mistake. It's about watching yourself make one and doing it anyway because you're too far gone to stop.