we'll sing a chorus

=2

he opens his door.

"tyler-"

"hope? are- are you hope?" he questions in shock.

i nod.

"hope," he cries, wraps his arms around me.

i hug back.

"i never thought-"

wake up tyler.

he wakes up.

tyler! there you are.

it wasn't real.

the only part that was real about that, dream, was me and that's it.

you know that tyler.

you know that happiness isn't real.