i'm so scared to write about you, because you laugh at me when i try to dress nice. and you eat the last cookies before i remember they're even in the fridge. and you tell me to shut up, because i embarass you in front of your friends.

though i guess i'm scared all the time, anyways. so here it is: i'll let you have the last cookie every single time. i'll leave the best slice for you, but i won't get up from the couch to get you a glass of water.

what your friends think about me won't affect how they think about you. you're a cool girl, and you know that. so i'll be the goofy older sister. and you'll tell me off for being annoying. and your friends will think you're just soooo cool.

what your friends think about me won't affect how they think about you. you're a cool girl, and you know that. so i'll be the goofy older sister. and you'll tell me off for being annoying. and your friends will think you're just soooo cool.

but on weekends when we come home late, the car's engine humming steadily and the radio playing lady gaga, i'll let you lay your head on my lap while i lean on the door. i'm scared to say it. i love you. i wish i could say it without you laughing at me.