you woke up from a dream although you weren't asleep. somewhere in between. somewhere make believe. in a place that made you think that nothing ever happened. nothing ever changed. where things would stay the same.
you came on christmas eve so you could bury me somewhere underneath your perfect christmas tree. but it wouldn't bother me if you could only see that you have become everything you said you'd never be. and i hope you know your parents think you're doing fine. think you stayed in school and think you're sober all the time. but you're not fooling me. i think i can see. even though i'm buried here under the christmas tree.