I hope you'll love me when my hair is up and greasy

when im feeling alone

when im not wearing any makeup

or when im sad and cold

I want you to hold me

there in your arms

with me wrapped in your hoodie

but I wonder could he?

and if he could, would he?

because im not "all that"

im not who you call when you need reassurance

im immature and some say my words strike like bullets

but thats not who I could be for you

Id go to war for someone like you

you could never guess the things id do for you.