Don't you remember the last time
I was speeding down this highway
and Anna slept in the backseat,
dreaming in the autumn heat
and we turned up the country radio and
said if you want me just say so
and I slicked back my hair in the wind
And I told you I didn't want my picture taken
but you snapped it anyway now I guess now
I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday, someday
So I floored it, swerved around the lanes
and I kept wishing it was you,
instead of me behind the wheel
so maybe with my camera I could steal a shot of you
and go home to put in my room
And I told you I didn't want my picture taken
but you snapped it anyway now I guess now
I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday, someday
But maybe, you'll never remember me
Maybe my face will lose these scars
Cause sometimes they keep me home at night,
where I duck under the covers and wince when I see the light
(whoa oa whoa oa whoa oa whoa oa)
And I told you I didn't want my picture taken
but you snapped it anyway now I guess now
I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday, someday

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