Playlist

"We were both young

When I first saw you."

Our taste match

on Spotify (when you were still,

then, the apple of my eye)

was 58% I laughed in your face,

your lack of taste.

The song: Love Me Like You Do

And you, loved me

like

you

did.

"What are you waiting for?"

One year later "you got your

first car" promised "you

and I would go for a drive."

You let me play the music,

feet on the dashboard

songs I curated for you.

You knew all the words.

Regina Spektor: Don't you know "I loved

you first?" (You were shocked that I decided I loved you first, but

I did). Didn't you hear me beg you to just "take a

seat as you said you want to stand?"

Our taste match, that

summer? 98% Your top

artist? Taylor Swift. I forgot

she was half the world's favorite singer. She

was just ours.

Don't you understand how it hurt

When you knew You're

Losing

Me

before I played it for

you?

Do you know what it's "like

third-wheeling in your

own

relationship?"

Why couldn't you

"stop?"

because Love

"you're losing me."

You don't know this part,

the way I look, the way

Spotify has become a lifeline

my one high, our communication time,

a celestial sign: who are you

now?

One day our taste match

89%

Say Don't Go because

"I would stay forever if

you said

don't

go."

The way I look for our

my songs, are you playing

She's Mine for her? Is she

"funny and clever and kind? Does

She say whatever pops in her mind?"

Do you know how special I felt when

you knew all the words?

Your "one-hand feel on

the steering wheel,

the other on my heart?"

Do you know that's "the closest I've come to

my heart exploding" when you said it made you

think of me? I Bet You Think About

Me. Taste match 86% and you're

free

from

my

sad

girl

music

"and I hope you're happy

(just not like how you

were with me)."

79%

Still

falling

down.

Your songs sound happy

I don't know them

must be radio hits

not Taylor Swift.

Do you look, do you see that

"this is why I broke up with you?

Do you realize you're too high to care?"

That I know, I knew, that

"you're not really there"

you're not there

anymore.

Love,

"I want you to be happier."

Our top match

still

a reminiscence

a reminder

"I can't find a pulse. My heart

won't start anymore

for

you."