Press flag cursing, some mentions of violence
credit to: Conan Gray for the song i miss being naive. i miss when i thought it was me, when she said it was me, when it was both of us. now it's barely anything, and i feel like i'm lying to myself about how much she values it. us. what we have... what we had. it feels like sand in my hands, slipping through my fingers, and it hurts me every time i look down at the pile it's creating as it lands, getting bigger every time i feel her getting distant. i miss being younger.
