Wet hair dripping
Pop Punk playing
Homework pushed aside
I'm too busy texting you
***** laundry on the floor
I'm hiding under the covers
Sleepy eyes, restless legs
My parents start yelling
I grow to ignore the fights
I'm used to being put down
Nothing I do is good enough anyway
I drift off to sleep
But not without wasting hours
Over thinking and wishing
That you'd hold my hand through the pain
And that I could feel peace again
Because there's only peace in your arms