The graffiti over 309 used to say things that I could romanticize

Like “I’ll always love you Katie” or “Bernard Herman lives”

Or maybe loves that could never decipher or decide

But now the overpass says things like “track”

And I’m not sure what to make of it

I watch the highway lines unwind

Thought about where I could go and who I would leave behind

I stayed anchored here

Cause only I could find a way to make a year I hated seem nostalgic

I can’t say goodbye

I’ve been having car crash dreams

Not sure if they mean anything

But it keeps out of the drivers seat

I remember me at eighteen

Naked in your parents’ basement

Young and careless

Watching you blow smoke rings

And I remember me at eighteen

You seemed just so weak in front of me

A portrait of who we’d someday be

Me verses the highway

Me verses the highway

Me verses the highway

Me verses the highway

And I’ll say the best years may still be ahead of me

I remember me at eighteen

Naked in your parents’ basement

Young and careless

Watching you blow smoke rings

And I remember me at eighteen

You seemed just so weak in front me

A portrait of who we’d someday be