I'm worth more than a second choice
AB to your A some kind of, reasonable compromise in your cloudy eyes
I know I'm no god of sunshine
One you yearn for when you need a pick me up under a dripping awning
But I can be the jacket on your back that walks you home
While your perfect hair is weighted down by the cold winter rain
Plus an Advil or two for that headache your father gave you
Let me be the one you reach for over a thousand foot drop
Instead of the one you use for some slick haired sophomore
For the sake of jealousy or romantic sympathy, call it your favorite poetry
Or a painful memory, to me it's nothing but a perfect tragedy
I am worth more than your spat maybes
Sitting under your beat up Chevy's makeshift sunroof
With more dents than the ones on my near exposed ribs
And on this Sunday night I am trying to love you yet you make
It so hard to get a word in of my own free will
The words that make it to you are apathetic and patronizing
It's no wonder you see my heart as freezing
And after all my screaming and supposed confidence has poured out of my seams
The real tears start to beam on the corners of my eyes are the real words of the night
Please don't do this to me I just might