It's always like this,

just when I've gotten to my upmost limit of pathetic-ness

and decide to give up dreaming,

you tune my positive energy back up.

And you're back again.

Now you're not,

I don't know what to do with you.

The build up is hollow, like foam,

so I have no solid footing to set foot on.

One of these days it'll all burst,

and I'll fall from the sky.

You keep telling me we're like the pair in Ladyhawke,

finally got round to watching it; indeed the whole concept is saddening.

Oh why oh why do you have to look so much like him too.

I think I'm about to go crazy.

"Cause you and I, get along for hours and on..."

screw that?

B.