pleasedrivefaster it's silly how i cry at night those first few minutes after hopping into bed and wrapping my feet up in pink blankets. worried about things i can't control and things i should never be afraid of. after all, i'd be with you.
but i squirm and toss and look at the clock wondering how long it will be until my parents wake up. and at 18 years old i consider jumping into bed between them and telling them i can't sleep.
no secret sharing, but a little comfort.
and i know a few apologies can't break down my breakdown, but what else am i to do?
i refuse to be left with my childhood memories to dream of big machines that could bring me closer to you.
i'm ready to sleep next to you again. let's find another way.
what's it to you?
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