The plague of the green hills:
It brings on our dizziness.
Don't fall now
Or you'll break
In your fragile solitude.

"I told you,
To your face,
I don't love him.
What kind of a hint could you ask for?"

Darling
Remember when you told me
How everyone you've ever dated
Loved someone who wasn't you,
you were just a place-holder?
I know you told me,
He, and everyone in the future,
Will be what you are.

The worst truth:
At least you know what you are
And what I am;
I hope to find out my self.