You’d Be Proud Of Me

Seventy-three freckles on the left side of your face
I wish one of them was me
Twenty-three, living in the backseat of a car
Always on its way through spring

I pray for rain
I pray for sleep
But something eats away at me

And I can’t deny
You mean the world to me
But right now I need to learn to breathe
And I can’t lie
You taught me how to see
That there’s more colors in the world than green
You’d be proud of me
I built half my house
On rock instead of leaves
Leaves, on rock instead of leaves

Bittersweet
Sent an invite you’ll never see
Now that I’m clean of all the dreams
Where you would dance with me

I’d love to see you at the party next to me
To celebrate how I became the person you believed I’d be