I should be sleeping.

For every person I’ve truly cared for I’ve acquired their habits.

The way you’re tongue sticks out when you think

The way you’re not afraid call me out when my shit stinks

They way you stay up when you feel alone

And at night on the highway you need someone on the phone

When you can’t take the way you feel you turn your head

That when you’re by yourself you’ve acquired a bigger bed

A double tap on the window through a yellow light of good luck

A call for help when you’ve found yourself stuck

But for those who have cared about me, my habits live in their lives

When all you do is think, all you want to do is write

How you don’t find that you’re lonely until the dead of night

How you want someone to see you for how you really are

And before you pick me up you try to quickly clean out your car

Its not necessarily about noticing peoples habits, or learning to tolerate them. Its about noticing when you like them so much you notice they’ve become your habits. Its an endearing thing we do, to assure people that we care. That we’re so fond of everything they are that in some ways we aspire to be like them.

We want to be connected in the habits of their ways, so that maybe we become connected within the moments of their days.