Stoner eyes scan the highway
Blurry, chaotic
Nothing looks like it used to.
The music is loud, but it isn't your style.
Smoke escapes the window, but it isn't from your lips.
I have to remind myself
That it isn't you.
It never is these days.
You don't drive that car anymore.
Memories gone, faded
But I can't forget,
No matter how hard I try.
Things are different now.
Uncertain, cautious, confusing
Far more confusing
Far more enticing
Than I could ever hope to be on my own.