the brilliant dance

So this is odd,
The painful realization,
That all has gone wrong,
And nobody cares at all,
And nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover's clothes,
And burned the letters lover wrote,
But it doesn't make it any better,
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist,
In the hall where you had your first kiss,
Reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,
Our sidestepping has come to be,
A brilliant dance,
Where nobody leads at all,
Where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down,
And the ringing from this empty sound,
Is deafening and keeping you from sleep,
And breathing is a foreign task,
And thinking's just too much to ask,
And you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
Well, this is incredible,
Starving, insatiable,
Yes, this is love for the first time,
And you'd like to think that you were invincible,
Yeah, well, weren't we all once,
Before we felt loss for the first time?
Well, this is the last time.

As much as I hate to admit it, I miss you. Yeah, I miss you. I miss your hair, your laugh, your dumb expressions, your accent and the way you made me feel like I was the only girl in your life. Such a lie, but I'd believe it, anyway. God, I miss you. And you'd better fucking read this, cause then maybe you'd call me and we'd discuss how minging (quote you, cutie) your current girlfriend is. And she is. We were a good fit, ey? And with all that's been said and done between us, we had a good time together. I really did love you. You helped me find myself, and a certain hot DJ, but the DJ, as much as I love music, isn't a tiny (by European standards, but I'd probably be taller than you now), somewhat fragile, blonde writer.