One car, two lives

The sunlight bounces off the snow and directly into a headache
My watch assists the pain down my spine
All the way to my stomach, my empty stomach
My teeth attack each other as my shoulders shake
It is cold, it should be warm
But, I should be on time
The radio is turned up
The lights are turned on
The gear is shifted
The car moves
Nothing else is done
I enter 435, I am a comet
We all go straight, my mind goes away
I think about last night
I feel so bad, I am so very sorry
I love her, I should tell her, I have time
It is usually right here, where is it?
It's not in my coat is it?
The glovebox??
Hmm, no, maybe under here...
I ended up all the way over there, by those trees