BEST OF ME

I can’t sleep

It’s been a while since I closed my eyes 

But no dreams will hold me tight enough 

I tell my mind to let it be

But thoughts race to see which one will get the best of me

I don’t speak

I try to do what’s best for everyone

But my fear of confrontation won’t let me be

I wonder when it’ll finally get the best of me?

Do you think you know me

Well enough to say you love me?

I hope you do

Cause I’m feeling kinda crazy

I liked when you called me baby

How bout you?

I don’t think 

I say things out loud when I shouldn’t 

Then my heart sinks

When I hear myself

But I don’t wanna let it be

Cause I hate when my short-comings get the best of me

I confess

I try to shape myself based on what I think will impress

Doesn’t everyone?

I try to just be free

But my insecurities get the best of me

So now do you think you know me

Well enough to say you love me?

I hope you do

Cause I’m feeling kinda crazy

I liked when you called me baby

How bout you?

I am delicate

But also messy and I tend to forget

I can be selfish sometimes

But I’ll give you everything that’s mine

So do you think you know me

Well enough to say you love me?

I hope you do

Cause I’m feeling kinda crazy

I liked when you called me baby

How bout you?

I hope you can still see the best in me

Cause I think that I’m in love with you

Too Late

I always thought I’d be farther along

Not stuck in first gear like I’m still 21

I always knew what I wanted to be

Thought I was so lucky, sweet 23

But now where do I go?

Nobody tells you what to do when you’re that little bit too old

And how do I stay? I can’t walk away

And nobody likes a girl who complains 

When Is it too late?

I pushed the limits I settled the score

I had so much hope when I was 24

Then I found love and I felt so alive 

A new chapter starting sweet 25

But now where do I go?

Nobody tells you what to do when you’re that little bit too old

And how do I stay? I can’t walk away

And nobody loves a girl who complains 

When Is it too late?

I’m optimistic, wear my heart on both sleeves

So when’s it my turn in the sun?

I know to be patient -- I’m better at kind

But how much longer am I supposed to run?

Everyone told me “You’re special, you’ll see.

Your dreams will come true by the time you’re 30”

Well that day’s approaching, not so far away

And I wake up worrying day after day

But now where do I go?

Nobody tells you what to do when you’re that little bit too old

And how do I stay? I can’t walk away

And nobody wants a girl who complains 

When is it too late?

Is it too late?