Before It Gets Better -

In a 5am drive from the mountains to the coast,

Press your nose against the window and say you hate me most

‘Til we’re rubbing thighs together like we’re crickets in the night

And silence wraps around us after our last fight

I don’t know where you’re going

But I know where you are now

It always gets worse before it gets better

I could try now, but I won’t forget it It always gets worse before it gets better

Now I’m taking notes in back of the classroom

But keeping my eyes on the door

Wondering why it’s so fleeting

Why I don’t want anything anymore

And I really think I’m too young

To be going down this road

So I will wait for you in the spring

Like symbolic renewal (or a fling)

And I won’t know what to do about the past

But I think I’ll stay the night here and try to make it last