I didn't care for your fancy car. The one you claimed got you all the pretty girls.
I liked the way you drove that fancy car. Grasping at the vibrating stick shift, rocketing forward into the fast lane. My head being whipped around.
i wont give whiplash, you hot mess.
I liked the whiplash. The way you would look at me when you drove a little risky. That look of adventure on my face. I liked the way you drove that fancy car.

I didn't care for your strong tattooed body. The one that made you think you were untouchable.
I liked the way my head fit into the space between your shoulder and chest. That one night you held me closer than you had before.
you don't like to sleep like this. shut-up don't ruin it.