When Dreams Fail

Women always say I should try to prevail
Maybe I should see hell, come back and tell that tale
So I could impress them a bit
I just left a restaurant with two people I keep tightly knit
Though we go through our various shit
As we left, a woman read my name and I didn't look back
"Bye HAZE...", baby all I could do was laugh
Because I was either leaving with a joke, or a woman that could tolerate my smoke
A love for sadistic scarring of my inner throat
The lights were dim, she looked nice in that certain scene
But I don't want to take chances and thusly looking obscene
Didn't want to be an enabler of my fantasy
Or my latent dreams, because twilights don't make it so I'd want her as queen
Or me justified as a thing, mostly useless
Unless she wants to read my doubts and how I was ruthless
So now I'm sitting here looking stupid, my phone steady dying
Maybe I should've picked up numbers when my name fell on silence
Maybe I should've kept quiet, silently chuckled at how she said it
What if she was someone I knew, one I've seen naked
Love; maybe I see her highly respected
Maybe next week I'll come across her speech impediment
Because the only reason she said my nickname was because she read it
Or, knew she'd get that reaction with no past look back from the present