You’re catching me at my worst
and you’re the best I’ve seen in a while.
I’m going through what feels like a second puberty,
sprouting growth in all the wrong places, and the skin is darkening under my eyes.
My moods aren’t consistent and I can’t even blame it on an internal cycle.
Especially when you’ve got me on my back, my hair spread across the pillow,
your beautiful blue eyes staring into my iced coffee gaze.
like being wide awake in a dream and I keep sipping anyway.
I’m wide awake in a stream of thought, and I see it melting away.
If we quit this tomorrow, declare we’re upon a broken bridge,
I’d understand, and that’s the worst part.
It’s been an out of body experience, watching me speak to you,
‘Dear God, that’s not me!’
My confidence shaken like the legs of a newborn giraffe.
And I hate feeling so disconnected and scared that everyone can see.
and you’re the best I’ve seen in a while.
I’m going through what feels like a second puberty,
sprouting growth in all the wrong places, and the skin is darkening under my eyes.
My moods aren’t consistent and I can’t even blame it on an internal cycle.
Especially when you’ve got me on my back, my hair spread across the pillow,
your beautiful blue eyes staring into my iced coffee gaze.
like being wide awake in a dream and I keep sipping anyway.
I’m wide awake in a stream of thought, and I see it melting away.
If we quit this tomorrow, declare we’re upon a broken bridge,
I’d understand, and that’s the worst part.
It’s been an out of body experience, watching me speak to you,
‘Dear God, that’s not me!’
My confidence shaken like the legs of a newborn giraffe.
And I hate feeling so disconnected and scared that everyone can see.
but no one ever talks about the growing pains in our shins
and the stretch marks on our egos.
As I start counting new wrinkles on my forehead from relentless pondering,
will the light of my young hopes dim in the distance behind me?
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