Speeding

Cruising the outskirts, riding shotgun, with my hand in yours,
and you keep joking that we’re lost but baby, I’m all yours.
So, crank the dial ‘cause I love listening to your voice
in the the summertime when I’ve got nothing to do
but stare into your sunset eyes and pass the time.
Keep your foot on the pedal and don’t look back
because with the wind whipping through your
sea-salt hair, you look like a July flashback.
Grip the steering wheel tight while we spin out
and keep your eyes locked on mine into the crash
because this searing pain that we call love
will be gone in one quick white hot flash.

Photograph by @anastasia.shuraeva