on the highway. going faster and faster. speed is your passion. but this is me driving - and i wish you were here. ’cause then i could see you everytime i turned my head. and i know you’d scold me, laugh at my bad driving. we’d stop whereever we wanted and we could…have been happy (sounds slightly crazy, i know, but i’m sure that’s how it could have been).
but it’s not you sitting next to me. not that it matters.
but still….all these dreams and visions keep occupying my mind. i hate them. and i miss you.
sometimes.
