Backseat Friend

I wish I could explain to you

every little thing.

I wish I could talk to you

whenever I pleased.

I wish you were there

whenever I need you.



But I can’t.

And I shouldn’t.

I know you’ve got other, better things to do.



I get it; I’m a backseat friend,

never going to be number one in your head.



I wish I wasn’t

so attached.

I wish I could

make this last.

I wish I knew

how to voice my feelings.



But I am.

And I can’t.

I know you don’t want to hear them anyways.



I get it; I’m a backseat friend,

never going to be number one in your head.



I get it; I get it.

I truly do, you don’t have to tell me.

I can see it in your eyes,

hear it in your voice,

and notice it in the way that you leave.

You never tell me why you leave.

You just do.



I’m a backseat friend,

a backseat friend.

Never going to be

number one.

Never going to be

number one.

Number one in your head.



Gods, I want it so bad.

To be number one,

to be more than

just a backseat friend.



I wish I could

explain what goes through my head.

I wish you’d try

to understand me.

I wish so much

that we weren’t this way.



But I can’t.

And you won’t.

I know we always will be.



I get it; I truly do.

I’m a backseat friend,

not number one.

Don’t even make the top ten,

and so I begin to think

you don’t care.



It’s irrational,

to think I deserve,

you to hold me

high in your head.



I’m a backseat friend,

holding onto the idea,

that one day,

I’ll be riding shotgun.



But for now I’m along just for the ride.

Even if my view

isn’t the best.

And it’s hard to

look at you directly,

or hear your voice.

Since I’m not

in the passenger seat.



That’s where I want to be,

next to you.

I’m tired of always

being a backseat friend.



But I get why

I always am.



I get it; I get it,

I truly do.

I’m a backseat friend,

never going to be number one in your head.



So I’ll settle for this,

you’re the driver.

So take me away

from this place,

where I feel the need

to be in the passenger seat.



I can settle

for being a backseat friend,

as long as I’m still considered

your friend.



I get it; I truly get it.

I may never be number one in your head,

but at least I’m in your head.



Being a backseat friend

doesn’t sound too bad then.