i just stare out the car window

let the breeze tangle my short brown hair

inhale that ocean wind

it means i'm seeing my friend again

who knows me like no one else

rolls her eyes at my boy troubles

I’m afraid that I’ll lose my friends, 

And I don’t mean that in a literal way,

More like my voice fades into the background,

My best friend no longer calls me bestie.

I’m afraid I’m not interesting anymore,