here's the (mental) break-down.

couldn't hate you if you paid me.
don't know if that is a good thing or not.
when my head is full of clouds and doubt, i look at the things we have said.
the way that you can make me feel less alone, less fucked (up).
not too sure if i am a charity case now or not.
but what's a fuck like me to do, when told that you're only all about the other person until the attention gets old, then boredom sets in.
when, by the time that i am upside down and inside out over you, you're already done.
couldn't hate you if you paid me.
you're lightning in a bottle, and i don't want to share.