I like your dog more than I like you,
I said one time as I sat on your floor.
You were folding laundry and I,
I was watching you fold your tee shirts one after another,
one after another
one after another
one after another
I was in love with every move you made but I sat on the floor petting your dog saying,
I like your dog more than I like you.

One time you sat me on the counter and kissed me softly till I had to push you away,
I was too in love with the way you kissed me.
Your fingers traced the broken faucet in the sink next to us and you turned the water on and off,
on and off
on and off
on and off
and I, I watched you carefully and told myself,
I like your dog more than I like you.

The last time we saw each other you were lighting up a cigarette as we were saying goodbye,
you played with your lighter throwing it up and down,
up and down
up and down
up and down
in your hand and I watched, I was still in love with the way you moved.
You told me our time was stale and I told you it was fine,
I liked your dog more than I liked you.