Windows down, arm in the wind, Hot vinyl seat, summer skin. Left knee steady on the wheel, Right hand trying not to feel. Dashboard glowing red and blue, Fast lanes stretching out of view. Your old mixtape slides on the floor, Every bump reminds me more. I hit rewind with a pen I found, Your favorite song comes warping out. If it breaks, I won’t slow down — This road won’t wait, not now. Burn the tape deck, let it scream, Old love trapped in cassette dreams. If it snaps, I still roll on, Broken music, headlights strong. Static crackles, memory bends, I pull your tape and try again. Gas to the floor, no regret — This car remembers who we were then. Sweat sticks slow on cracked-up seats, FM fades but the night still beats. Every song you used to play Hits harder now that you’re away. The deck chews tape, the sound goes thin, Your voice bends wrong through the tin. I pull it out, it’s twisted tight, Wrinkled love in the dashboard light. I grab another mix I made, Different songs for different days. Not the same, but close enough To keep me driving, keep me up. Burn the tape deck, let it scream, Old love trapped in cassette dreams. If it snaps, I still roll on, Broken music, headlights strong. Static crackles, memory bends, I swap the tape and try again. Gas to the floor, no regret — This car remembers who we were then. We didn’t need directions. Just music loud enough To drown out the past. Burn the tape deck, tear the night, Rewind the pain, punch play, drive. Every mile’s a worn-out song, Still sounds right when it goes wrong. Windows down, the road still bends, Love fades out but the drive don’t end. Pedal down, no looking back — The night keeps playing through the crack. “…yeah. That one stayed.”
