someday, i or we will look back on all this and laugh. bittersweet memories of nights when you drove me home while i tried to hold back tears, and all i'd ever want was you to be okay with me. hugging myself tight and pretending it was you the radio too loud like you're trying to drown my thoughts out before i could get the chance to say them rocking myself back and forth being good enough for me, even if not for you acceptance is all i'd ever ask of you and as usual, it's all too much i have so much to say too much to listen to and i feel like i'm not worth the time it takes to hear me out but lets not talk about my feelings that you wish i wouldn't have and i'll just sit quiet looking out my window so i don't have to look at you looking out my window seeing nothing but blurry lights and accidental tears that i never meant to show you keep you twenty minutes longer than you want to see me not worth the extra minutes unless it's happy and it never will be unless you change how you feel about me unless i'll be enough for you never will be anymore