A Three, But You're a Twenty

She laughs through the screen like she don't know. How every word hits me straight

to the soul. Calls her cell for three likes. It's no big deal but damn,

girl, you don't see what I feel. Late night talks, my day finally

right. Whole world sucks till I hear you tonight. You say you're

average, you say you're plain. But you're the highlight in my

mundane. I wish you could see it through my eyes. Yeah,

maybe then you'll realize. You call yourself a three, but you're at

least a twenty. Outshining every dream that ever tempted me. I'd pick you