but you're not
You never will be
the thought of that almost killed me
but were you even real?
my feelings show me, you clearly were
how's it with her?

I hope it's better than last July
I feel the tears escape my eyes
then I think of the pearly blues that looked into mine
and that keeps me awake at night
i'll clutch my pillow, in a fright
I'll do it all again
retracing my pillowcase..

Just brain vomit, don't ask