I used to watch you from the passenger seat. It was fun to watch your hands on the wheel.

I knew back then I would do everything just like you.

The car did whatever you told it to. It looked like nothing could go wrong.

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Mom asked where I was going.

I told her it’s nothing.
Quick run. In and out.

She smiled.

Same way she always does now.

Like she believes me or doesn’t want to ask.

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Engine’s warming up.

Feels right.

Almost too right.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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I still hear you when I line it up.

Don’t fight it.
Let it talk.

I don’t fight it.

I don’t fight anything anymore; I just miss you. 

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The light’s about to go green.

It’s just another night. 

Let’s get this money.