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I've done nothing but pretend not to notice, just so I won't get hurt. Believing in something is a sad thing. A phantom of the night, goodbye at 25:00. We seek each other out only to forget, because our bodies are empty. I hate how underhanded and lonely you are, yet I love you for it. And I even loved myself for being that way. Give me back the spare key. If there's no love left, we can't meet anymore. Don't go cold, don't disappear—it's too late to wish for that now. Love me, I still want you to pay attention to me. God, I'm such a fool. Hey, don't go, don't throw me away—it's too late to cling to you now. Someone of destiny, scoop me up and eat me. My Blueberry Nights. Macaroni Empitsu / Blueberry Nights Interpretation: The phrase rhyming "underhanded" and "lonely" strikes at the heart of human contradiction. You loathe the "underhandedness" of a partner who uses you to fill their own void, yet you feel a sense of maternal affection for the "loneliness" that makes them need you. It expresses a mix of self-love and resignation—loving the version of yourself that is like a tragic heroine dependent on a muddy, messy romance. (Cited from Gemini)