Headlights and habits

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Headlights across windows still make my heart stop,
My eyes are closed tightly but the light still passes by,
Somebody just passing through.

He's holding my hand in the car, looking at my fingers.
Damn I knew I should've painted my nails,
The paint in pieces.
"Do you like your nails long or short?"
I resist the urge to put my thumbnail in my mouth when I respond, "not too long, I bite them sometimes, when I'm nervous or thinking."

You're taking my fingers gently from my mouth,
"I think it's cute but you told me to help you break the habit."
You're folding your fingers between mine.
Flashback/Flashing lights.

"I lick my lips when I'm nervous," he said.
So I watch his lips the whole night.

But lose sight of them for a moment when they're on mine,
My eyes are closed,
And everything else is just passing through.



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