Last Passenger
Written by Megan Lizee
The wind is blowing past my windshield,
drops of rain splitting to either side.
Looking to my right, I glance into your beautiful hazel eyes.
Slippery roads, construction signs made blurry.
I wish this wasn’t just a memory.
You were my everything, my whole word in a sunshine rose.
My whole life in a girl who loved me for all that I am, all my downs and lows.
I miss you baby, I’m sorry lady.
The last night of my life, painted in every window of my car.
Dark skies and vivid eyes,
a clutch in my hand and a foot off the brake.
Shadows casted by the trees and stamped posts.
Screeching wheels and burnt impact,
a crash, a goodbye, a license taken from me.
Her screams haunting my consciousness tonight.
Laying in my bed afraid of the nightmares to reoccur, yet again.
I wish this wasn’t just a memory.
You were my everything, my whole word in a sunshine rose.
My whole life in a girl who loved me for all that I am, all my downs and lows.
I miss you baby, I’m sorry lady.
The last night of my life, painted in every window of my car.
The day before, we were smiling all the way home.
Street lights shining, across the blades of rain.
This night was our honeymoon, a sample of the happiness yet to come.
This night was everything, my last day of my life.
The last day of, my life.
I wish this wasn’t just a memory.
You were my everything, my whole word in a sunshine rose.
My whole life in a girl who loved me for all that I am, all my downs and lows.
I miss you baby, I’m sorry lady.
The last night of my life, painted in every window of my car.
The last day of my life.
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