I guess I should leave you alone now.
Move the fuck on, trace.
I dreamt that we were about to have sex. We were kissing and I was taking your shirt off and you played Always by Blink 182 in the background.
Then we got cockblocked.
Instead of asking, "why wasn't I good enough for you?", I say, "you missed out on an amazing girl, who was down to do anything with you, and is everything you wanted."
You were fake, I was great, nothing personal.
I wish I could feel something else besides apathetic. A part of me misses you. A part of me knows what's best for me.
You were my sweet summer. I wish I could follow my heart. I wish you could change.
You're probably just dreaming about your BRZ.