All Dressed Up

She sighs and turns off the blaring TV. It has been three hours. Three hours since she called them. Three hours since she had heard the laughing, the party in the background.

They'd said, "We'll call you back in a second, okay?"

The hours had gone by slowly as she sat with the phone in her hand.

Three hours ago, she'd put on a nice shirt, her favorite jeans, and a pair of flip-flops. Three hours ago, she straightened her hair. Three hours ago, she'd even put on makeup.

All dressed up with no place to go.

She looks down at the phone and holds back tears. She looks up at the clock and shakes her head. Almost midnight. Almost curfew.

She gets up from her chair and trudges upstairs. She pulls her hair out of her face and wipes off her makeup. She changes into her pajamas and crawls into bed, pulling her blankets tight around her.

She cries alone, wondering if they did it out of spite or if they just forgot. It doesn't matter. She is still alone.

All dressed up with no place to go.

-I hate it when that happens.-

<\3 = brittany

The Cost

midnight calls on my birthday
crazy runs through the rain
long drives to nowhere
swinging in our skivvies
the price of being my friend.

you're the one willing to pay it.


midnight calls on my bad days
crazy runs through the tears
long drives to anywhere away from here
swinging to my rescue
the price of being my friend.

thanks for it all
you're the first
who, through the good times and the bad,
really cared.
I can't believe it.
I had given up.
you gave me the drive
to move on.

because of
midnight calls on my birthday
crazy runs through the rain
long drives to nowhere
swinging in our skivvies.
you've paid the price.
paid the rent.
given me the gift I asked for.
thank you for being my friend.

-Wrote this a while ago, around my birthday, for a friend of mine. She's always there, ya know?-

<3 = brittany