Pastel tires roll down the highway, your fresh, pink nails click on your steering wheel in glee.
Your blonde hair swishes as your head nods along to the playlist I made you at 3 a.m.
Your excitement bubbles, like the stream next to your dorm room that lulls you to sleep every night.
My old corolla cruises down the highway, my black waves are whipping against the A/C. My tongue rolls over my lip rings from anxiety. I bite down accidentally. It hurts but I don't seem to notice; the song I wrote for you is stuck in my head. I turn the radio up as the rock station finishes