like rainstorms
it speaks in the back of my head
it’s like thunder
and i can hear voices when i sleep
they say ‘oh darling jess dear,
you know you love her’
but i’m afraid to even think
i hear her voice,
it’s so smooth, calming, pretty
i see her face
the beauty rages through her like echoes
and i sit here all alone
i hide behind thick-framed glasses
and wings (giggle, faerie)
they’re planning liquor runs behind me
but i understand a little better
i’m a little something more than
she’s a little something more than
i deserve, i deserve i deserve
(i deserve the worst)
but she’s beautiful when she’s angry
and she’s pretty when i hear my favorite song
she’s something to write home about
even if mom has it all wrong
and deep down i hope she feels it too
but i hide inside of my fear
she’s a gorgeous girl
and i’m in fear love.