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.