"It gets better" they tell you
Maybe they are right.
As I sway among a blurry haze
Of friends and guitar riffs
Arms around his neck
It feels like this "better" they always told me about.
But why don't they warn you
About the nights that feel like high school
And heartbreak and
Disappointment
That just because he looks and feels
A lot more like a man
Doesn't mean that he is one
That the same songs that cleared your mind
On a long quiet road at 7:00 am
Years ago
Would be what comforted you
In a lonely, tear soaked bed
Tonight.
Maybe I am still a girl.