I'm still in love with a girl I used to know. The one I would wake up and see everyday. She was so cool, and hilarious.
She loved having one hand on the wheel while the other held a cigarette.

She wasn't afraid of anything, or expressing herself which she did through pixie cuts and hair dye.

It's just hair, it'll grow back. she would laugh when people would look at her with wide eyes.

Men loved her. You could see it in their face, when they stared as she spoke, and tried to figure out where this girl came from.
Everywhere she went, she left her mark.

She isn't so easy to find anymore.
She let the world get in.
But sometimes I still see her with one hand on the wheel, a smoke in the other;
chasing the sun.