The way you never have your keys, and the way you touch your hair.
The way you can’t wash up; how talk to yourself, like I’m not there.
The way you drink your coffee, and how you hate making tea.
The way you laugh, don’t listen, do; how you’re always there for me.
The way you doubt yourself too much, and the passion that you show.
The way you’re simple, comforting, sure; how you’re perfection, but you don’t know.
Scott McGinn 