My life has become this nostalgic reverie
Self-referentially bound to memory
Seeking the brightest moments
Tainting them with pain from late August days
June was the true end I suppose
From those loving memories, I derive joy and hope
Silly of me, I know

So it's been awhile since we shared a car ride
You've been with me in dreams, the waking world darker than before
These things guide me through the night
Serving to help me live in the town of memory

Watched the worst, heart drawn and quartered
Little creatures drawing images of what we knew
And all those golden times that I still love so
In dreams and memory

I suppose it's really done
Over and gone, just like that
I haven't really been me in a while
Maybe I never had been to begin with
But I like to think I was starting to figure it out

Look, whatever it is that you do now
The genuine you that few truly know
I hope it makes you happy
I hope you wake up with a smile every day
I hope it keeps you warm and fulfilled
Becuase I really miss you
And I think it would be a waste for us to both feel this way
If life is going to keep on like this

Emotions are complicated
Being young is hard and confusing
None of this is easy
None of this is supposed to be
It's what we make of it
What we do with it

Call me