We pull to a stop at a red light, and he turns, tears in his eyes, and belts out the words as if he wrote them himself. My eyes go wide as he grips at his chest. He mimes tearing his heart out and then reaches over as if handing it to me. Unsure of what else to do, I open my hand, letting him place the invisible heart on my palm. Then he turns away as the chorus resumes, chanting the words like a prayer. I didn’t know he was such a fan of Taylor Swift. This has to be the drugs, right?
