I wonder if you take the back roads and still glance over to see if I’m home

if my car is dirty

even though you know I’ve been gone

i wonder if you see a Honda and think of me

or is your mind to busy  

I hate that I have these little reminders

i was typing someone’s name and accidentally almost called you

the fear stayed with me

When I looked up and saw a Denali

everytime I see a black lifted truck I look for the 666  

the fear of seeing you

not knowing what it would do to me

and I wonder if the same thing happens to you

but maybe I’m just glancing into a thought that is long gone