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I'm always pretending not to notice, just so I won't get hurt. Believing is a sad thing. A phantom of the night, goodbye at 1 AM. We seek each other out even though we'll forget, because our bodies are empty. I hate how cowardly and lonely you are, but I love you. And I loved myself for being that way, too. Give me back the spare key. If there's no love, we can't see each other anymore. Don't go cold, don't disappear—it's too late to wish for that. Love me, I still want you to pay attention to me. I'm such a fool, aren't I? Hey, don't go, don't throw me away—it's too late to cling to you, but... Someone of destiny, scoop me up and eat me. My Blueberry Nights. Macaroni Empitsu / Blueberry Nights This phrase, rhyming "cowardly" (sly) and "lonely," strikes at the heart of real human contradiction. While loathing the "slyness" of a partner who uses you to fill their own void, you feel a sense of maternal affection or endearment 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 such a muddy romance. (Interpretation quoted from Gemini)