It’s splashing on some eyeliner Make yourself look decent It’s throwing on a crop top When it's 20 degrees outside It’s sitting in the driveway You have 2 hours until he comes It’s freezing your *** off Because a skirt looked better It’s listening to cars go by And wondering which one will be his It’s knowing he'll never wait in the dark for you It’s getting in his car And hearing “you look hot” it's never understanding why he won't take you to his place Am I not worthy of your bed? Are you embarrassed? It’s wanting to have a conversation But he's only interested in what color your underwear is It’s wanting to hold his hand I just want to hold your hand It’s having to tell yourself You don’t mean a thing to him When he bites your neck It’s suppressing your tears When he dives into you It’s knowing one another But not being able to look at each other For those who don’t know what 2am hangouts are like It’s constantly telling yourself you deserve better Why won’t I get better?