This is Sunday.

You're not there when I need you the most. But maybe it's my fault for not being articulate. For always being the girl with a hard turtle shell and never asking to need anyone. Maybe I just try to be brave for you.

It's somehow easier to pretend to be smiling and jumping off the walls then sitting down and letting you in.

Maybe the safest place for me to hide is in these notes and these chords, these lyrics and melodies.

Reminiscing?

Pizza & laughs, a movie, and walking me to my door.

But most of all, I just want you to be there.

To pull me in close when you see me.

And to tell me goodnight with the glow from the streetlights resting on your face.

This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me.