Rear-View Mirror, Beware.

I'm going to take my Rear-View Mirror...
And break it.


Like this.

And I will no longer look behind me.
And if I do, I will have to consciously turn my head at an awkward angle
which would take mental effort.
Which I have the control to stop.

But when I'm driving and I accidentally see his stupid face in the corner of my eye
I begin to swerve and hit curbs and hurt you.
And I'm done doing that.

So I'm taking a nine-iron and breaking that thing.
I will not accidentally see him anymore.

So now you can FINALLY know
that I'm yours.
Because I am.

And if I'm not, then it's actually going to take some effort on my part to not be.
You're in my passenger seat.
With your seatbelt buckled.
And I might be going 40 over the speed limit
Just to try and get away from him...
But I won't see his face anymore.
I won't.
I will just squeeze your hand and push the gas pedal even closer to the floor.

It's just you and me.
And this long empty road.

Whether or not you're in baby...
I'm in.

And I'm not stopping for anything. Or anyone.