asleep at the wheel

I felt like some archaic friend, a throwback to the old days when we knew all the same people and would never acknowledge the sexual tension between us. I felt like I was being dragged behind your nostalgia, bloody finger tips and white knuckles. gripping your bumper, holding on for dear life. And the bumper sticker read; "Keep honking, I'm reloading." and I thought if this were a car chase I would honk my horn at you, hoping, just maybe, we could get into a shoot out so this fucking weary dragging can end already.
Wouldn't that be nice?
I asked to an empty room, everything asleep at 4am except for me and your car on cruise control.