Wearing Your Name Out

I fell off your mind and wore your name outside.
Backwards like an ambulance so they could read it
in their mirrors as I followed them.
When I reached them, I told them how you taste.
I told them how we wasted our lives and realized too late.
I asked them for advice but they turned the other way.
I'm on a lonely path again, covered in your face.
Not a trace of truth and not a bit of faith.