I woke up bright and early to the sun shining bright,

Adjusted my eyes to the harsh morning light.

It didn’t seem odd that I could suddenly see,

Nor was it strange that you were smiling at me.

We hopped into the old Mustang GT,

Took off down south Central with Seether blaring on repeat.

Probably The Gift, yes, that was our song,

I laughed so hard when you tried to sing along.

We drove for miles and miles, nowhere bound,

In love and wild with the windows down.

You drove like a madman, but I didn’t care.

I buckled up and let the win blow through my hair.

Fingers and twined, hearts beating fast,

No fear of the future, no regrets of the past.

You were the shining sun, and I was your girl.

Like always, it was you and me against the world.

But then your smile faded, and there was a terrible sound.

My vision went blurry, and my head began to pound.

I awoke once again, to my alarm clock ringing,

My eyes could not see, and the birds were not singing.

I was all alone, in an empty bed.

Your beautiful face still plastered in my head.

I cried out your name, but you didn’t hear.

My bittersweet dreams are the only place you’ll ever appear.

But sometimes when I’m lonely, I blast The Gift on repeat,

Picture myself shotgun in the passenger seat.

And as I sing out the last words of the song,

You’re here behind the wheel, still singing along.