In for the night

I am good at realizing things are over before they’ve started to end
And counting bright red blinking trucks along the highway edge
In the passenger seat I can't fall asleep so I'll watch for deer instead
I am good at brushing my teeth in the morning and forgetting to say goodnight
And I can count on both two hands the people who’ve told me “I love you”
Without a conjunction at the end
I could be your dream girl if you gave me a syllabus and a fortnight
And a means to make amends 
I could list all fifty states if you’d remind me of Illinois 
I am good at washing shampoo out of my hair and
I can make myself last for just enough time 'till you're walking out the door
I'm good at attracting the right kind of wrong so the stories never end
And I can write you a thousand poems but I can’t promise they’ll ever rhyme right
And I’ll talk to you as good as I can
Until the only better option is staying in for the night