think metaphorically

we stay up too late, laughing too loudly
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no tears shed, no love lost
tear you off like a scab and scar me
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smoky surroundings
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the harsh lighting sharpens the contrasts in your hair and widens your eyes
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love hangover
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i feel free to actually use your name in song, given that you don't know that i exist
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i don't hate him. how could i? i don't even know him. if anything, he's probably a hell of a guy since you choose to be with him. i just don't like looking at the relationship that i used to have a hope for is all.

corollary

how can i ever get mad at you when you make me smile just be walking into the room
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has technology caught up with our imagination?
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try to make my feet leave the floor
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"lighthouse" - leave my lights on so you know how to find me
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the media leads us to believe that love is reserved for the young and beautiful
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obsessed with appearances
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call into question my own senses
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"how did you see her from so far away?"
because i'm so used to seeing her in my mind every waking minute
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my waking hours are not in sync with the world; in search of someone else with the same crutch