Because He's There, and He Hates Me

i haven't seen you in awhile.
How has it been? it's been awhile.
I'm not okay, not that you care, I'm just passing the time.
Hey! Hey! Hey,
I don't think this is too bad, maybe we can start again?
wait, never-fucking-mind, you're still the same and so am I.
But let's pretend that we're okay, is that okay? Just right now.
I miss your hand inside of mine, I miss the times we'd use to cry,
when mom was drunk and yours just sucked and everything was so sixteen. 
And although I still see you around, it's just not the same.