One last car ride

Top down, mixtape glow, twenty years old, Wind in her hair, singin’ “we’ll never grow old.” Neon nights, backseat laughs, stealing street signs, Trouble was ours, blurring the county lines. She’d cry at sad songs, he’d joke “it’s just rain,” Pinky-swore silence, hid every stain. Now his rearview mirrors hold forty’s gray skies, But her smile’s still framed in his dashboard’s old lies. One last ride, let the wheels chase the past, Through the ghosts of our towns, b*****g gas like a c***h. Your hand on the gearshift, my heart out of tune, If the road won’t forgive us, let’s break every rule. He’s got a minivan, she’s got a diamond ring, But the highway hums secrets only two fools could sing. They mapped every exit, now life’s a commute, Her laugh’s a lost lyric, his pulse still on *Classical Interlude* One last ride, let the wheels chase the past, Through the ghosts of our towns, b*****g gas like a c***h. Your hand on the gearshift, my heart out of tune, If the road won’t forgive us, let’s break every time.