I used to build dreams about you. Now I build dreams, but I know that they will never come true, so it's not as painful. When you stop having feelings for everything and everyone, dreams seem billions of miles away- impossible.
You want me to be a tragic backdrop so you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say "wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?" You think I'll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I'll swallow you whole.