I know what drink you order and how you like your poor boy dressed.
I know what school you went to and who you took to prom.
I know what you dream about and what you are scared of;
Who broke your heart and whose heart you broke.
What few deserts you eat and which veggies you eat cooked or raw.
I know the first thing you play every time you pick up your guitar and that you never change the strings on time.
I know the “go to” jokes that make you laugh and what teams you’re watching.
What I don’t understand, is why you don’t want to know these things about me.
