Listening to 80s electro-pop always makes me cringe, the same way your smile does. They both have that synth sort of edge to them. Both so false in their own right. I don't consider that style of music actual music, the same way I don't consider your smile an actual smile.
And yes, I like explaining myself. Just to be sure you understand. I need everything to be very clear, the same way you do. Only, when you do it, I hate you just a little bit more. I wonder if you know this is for you. You'll ask and I'll deny it. "Don't flatter yourself, love." I'll say.
When I do that, when I refer to as, "love", I think it flatters you. You shouldn't take it that way. I say it to everyone, mostly to strangers. Maybe that will put you in your place. Though, I'm not exactly sure where your place is at the moment. Neither are you.
A big talker, just like me. A lover of life, just like me. I don't like myself all that much. Still, I look at you and smile like I mean it, like those fucking songs. I'm as fake as you. I lie, just like you. I pretend to live, just like you. I am redundant, just like you, love.