There is absolutely no one else 
I would want to drive the distance 
Eleven hours to be exact 
Sleeping in the car 
In a sketchy gas station lot 
Visit the beach for a few hours 
Just to cheers a hot dog with 
“honk if you love my wiener!”
Crisp skin and aching muscles
While I’m certain our once freckles
Are now signs of melanoma, ha
Driving home to the soothing sounds 
Of Matthew McConahay on the radio 
Pretending we’re young again 
And Monday’s shift doesn’t matter. 
Absolutely no one else 
Just you.