my best friend thinks she's only good enough for one night stands
she's convinced she's only lovable under cold navy blue sheets
she lives for the weekends and has a smile that makes heads turn
but behind it there's a loneliness
she drowns in vodka and loud music
her biggest fear is letting people in
and doesnt go on second dates
she believes she's too strong to be that vulnerable
she never thought she was worthy of good love
too hardened by life to ever soften into someone's arms
she told me it wasnt in the cards for her
like love was meant to be a game for others
and she wasnt made for it
she grew up learning that love comes with conditions
that you have to be perfect, or people leave
she learned to toughen up
to shut people out before they had the chance to hurt her
so now she runs before anyone gets too close
i wish she'd stop running
you can only run from yourself for so long
i see her differently, i think the world sees her differently
she's just too scared to face the world
her worth isnt written in one night stands and pillow talk
the way she cares more deeply than she lets on
she hides behind those walls she built
but i've seen glimpses of her heart pure
soft and aching to be held
she deserves love that stays
not just love that leaves at dawn
and if only she saw what i see
she'd know she's more than enough
not just worthy of good love but made for it.