Pictures in the glovebox, names I can’t erase—

Dust on the dashboard, everyone’s face.

Night rides alone with the radio low,

Each song a story only I know.

Headlights carving secrets through the rain,

Laughter fades, but the stains remain.

Passing towns in the rearview glass—

Moments gone, but never past.

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Speeding through the memories,

Brake lights in my mind—

Can we ever leave behind

What we hope to find?

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Polaroids in the rearview—

Ghosts that ride along.

Scenes that keep returning

When the night feels too long.

Polaroids in the rearview—

Pictures lose their hue.

But every faded image

Brings me back to you.

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Maps of all the places I should’ve stayed,

Postcards with confessions I never made.

Mistakes folded in the sun visor’s crease,

Apologies sleeping where silence won’t cease.

Horizon keeps pulling, stars in the wires—

Some roads are endless, some burn with desire.

Cruising past regret with a brand-new song,

But some old feelings drive too strong.

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Highways through the memories,

Billboards from the past—

No matter how I steer

Some things just never last.

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Polaroids in the rearview—

Windows to before.

Pages keep on turning,

But the story wants more.

Polaroids in the rearview—

Moments flashing by.

I’m still chasing answers

On every mile I drive.