There was that one night.
I called you past midnight and you picked up on the second ring.
It was the way in which I didn’t have to say a word for you to know.
I needed you the most in that moment.
And you knew it.
You knew it even when I hadn’t said it.
So you got on that freeway.
You drove 90 miles an hour and didn’t mind the speeding ticket.
You’ve always believed in doing anything for the people you love.
We’ve always been different in that way.
Because you’re running at 90 on a freeway and I am still asking myself if you’re worth holding on to.
Except that’s not what I say.
Because I can’t bring myself to.
Because it’s not what you want to hear.
So I let you hold me until you convince yourself that you’ve made it better.
I let you take care of me because it gives you something to live for.
Because you’re still holding on when I don’t have the strength to.
Five shots in and I start thinking this way about you / @thewordsyouneverunderstood