Always in a race with the green lights
Especially when I'm driving alone
I don't like looking to the passenger side
And seeing your ghost
And imagine you dancing and singing
to the songs you played
When we held hands
and both sang out of key
I felt whole
Like the night would never end
I didn't mind my draining gas tank
Or that you skipped all the good songs
And bands you didn't know
But I loved it

I'm getting good at running red lights
Because looking to the passenger side
and seeing nothing
is getting depressing
The only time I don't run them
is when you're running your hands
Up and down my thigh
or I'm running mine through your hair
As you attempt to nap on my shoulder

I'm getting good at running reds and beating yellows
Because to me
It seems as if I don't stop
It means you'll be back in the passenger seat quicker