Don't you remember the last time we were speeding down this
highway?
Anna slept in the back seat, dreaming in the autumn heat.
We turned up the country radio.
I said, "if you want me just say so."
I slicked back my hair in the wind.
I told you I didn't want my picture taken but you snapped it
anyway.
Now I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday.
So I floored it and swerved around the lanes.
I kept wishing it were you instead of me behind the wheel so
maybe with my camera I could steal a shot of you and go home to
put it in my room.
Maybe you'll never remember me.

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