An Epilogue of Sorts

And in real life I don't have a car crash Or some blow out at some big social scene All I have is me and my sweet misery Let's see how much lower I can be And I had a dream that you were walking With some people I don't reach out to anymore So I smiled and I waved and you did the same And I woke up crying on the floor And I feel haunted by a dream From when I was a teen Finding out who we were Pretending we were mature Balling fists in our hands Rolling around in the sand Feeling up in the dark In the trunk of your car In the back of a church Destroying all our self-worth To hide our true selves Between lines of belts And mesh and lace All red in the face With so much to prove And nothing to lose And I never thought I'd say that I miss you Because we used to swear That we would never part We were sixteen and mean And living on a dream That you and I could share half a heart