I think we're in Brooklyn

When you tell me it's over, I merely laugh in your face, as this will never die. And the world keeps turning as if it's alright, but we know it soon will stop. As the cars are running, the walls are melting, the people are feeling, the animals are dying.
But the air can barely breathe.
How else can you get there? How else can you survive.
In 300 days you will find yourself, and the next 85 will be lost.

Well maintained, and constructed to perfection. Hardly able to contain myself, and my mind isn't thinking quite straight any longer. You know it's a bad idea.
But how would I know that? In reasonable relationships. The people can look one another in the eyes and let the words pour out.
You are just a hallmark gretting card.
I never expected to get in the mail.

she's not that great is she? she can't make you that happy can she? You can't be that infatuated can you? you can't be that much of a fucking loser can you?
I just discovered you can.
You are.
I win.

All over again. Why do I feel so alone all of the sudden?
I just WON!
And I still feel empty. Because no gold medal or gold star could ever make me smile like you did.