see, I was the brief, blinding high beam of the passing car
but the entire time I had allowed myself to believe mistakenly that I was your steady passenger seat
and it took me a few late night trips
to realize I had always been driving alone,
when you shielded your eyes from my glare
and took a rest by the highway to prevent any further accidents
it was less of love than it was self preservation,
but that’s the problem with having been on the road too long,
you start to look for forever in pit stops.
see, I was the brief, blinding high beam of the passing car
on a two-way street heading
away from each other
when I flared and all could be seen for a brief, blinding moment so we could believe.