grabbing my bag
i'm already fifteen minutes late
she won't mind
all my friends should know by now
that when they tell me a time
they should add at least an hour
ill run slow and ill walk fast
but somehow i never catch up
to the version of me
that is supposed to be five minutes ahead in that window
five minutes makes such a difference
though we always used to beg with our parents to
stay for at least an extra twenty

i'm done with feeling i'm not pretty enough
that i'm not good enough
like a guy should have that much say over me and get to pick and choose
i am who i am and i am confident
and i am pretty
and i am smart
and i am funny
and i am kind
so take me
or leave me

who the fuck do you think you are
who the fuck do you think you are
can i repeat
who the fuck do you think
you
are

just because i give you permission
doesn't mean you should take it
you should know better
i knew i would get upset
i knew i would be like this
but i was counting on you
to be better than this
wow
you just couldn't resist the temptation could you
or worse than that
it wasn't even a temptation
it was less than that

just because i give you permission
doesn't mean you should take it
you should know whats wrong whats right
you should know whats black and white
but maybe you are reverse colorblind
maybe you only see red and you love it because
red will hug you and not let you see what
a
dick
you
are

don't you just hate yourself sometimes?

devilishly handsome
thats what they all used to call you
with your sandy brown hair
and cheeky green eyes
emphasis on the devilish
i'd say and you would laugh
and tuck a loose hair
behind my ear