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. Maybe my face will lose these scars, 'cause
sometimes they keep me home at night where I duck under the covers and wince

when I see the light.