sometimes its everything and sometimes its nothing at all

"Merry Christmas, I could care less"
I only wish life that that simple
Yet most nights i find myself lying awake in bed longing for big city lights and cars in transit to somewhere other than here
These are the awkward thoughts that dance around in my head regularly
I hate that word "dance", because it reminds me of what we'll never do
The epitome of perfection is you loving someone who cant love themselves
But then again, nothing is perfect