Maybe it was the way you looked at me
as I climbed in your car
for the first time
Or maybe it was the mutual trauma dumbing
over that first drink
at that same bar
It could have been the face you gave me
when I confessed to being a cheap drunk
then ordered a second
But I think it might have been your hand
on the small of my back
as we left
That let me know
This is going to suck when it’s over
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