i love the rain

I love the rain, I hate the sun I'm hard to please, harder to love I make my bed every day of the week Don't shave my legs, but I brush my teeth I'm not the girl I thought I'd be At ten years old or at seventeen She'd flip her shit if she caught a glimpse of me She'd throw a fit about my tattoos and my dreams I like to think I dodged the mines I found an out and changed my mind That judgmental little girl in my mind When I go to sleep, every time that I cry She's reaching out, all she wants Is someone to tell her she's not wrong I love the rain I know I don't hate the sun I'm hard to please I'm not hard to love I make my bed I even wash my sheets It's hard to leave What you thought you'd need What you thought you'd need