i liked that you had an ipod plugged permanently in your car cherry wine or take me to church i can still hear you tap along i liked that you charmed waiters and were a good tipper and most of the time i liked when you drove fast i liked the curls on the top of your head that you picked out outfits the night before but your sheets always felt like they were falling off your bed and i could never sleep through the night with you i wonder if my unconscious knew that even though i liked all these things i wasn’t falling in love with you
