when i close my eyes to dream
when i see the face of the guy i used to know
for a split second i miss you
i forget the bucket loads of bad
&& all i see is the 2% of you that i actually liked.
&& i miss you
i awake from this slumber state
certain you were the person in my dreams
only to realise when fully conscious
that i hate everything about you
i hate the way my sub-conscious remembers you
because you could never be him.
