As if this is what it sounds like.

I've been at home for a minute now, laying in the sunshine of your blue eyes. I've been dancing with you to the sound of a poor hipster's guitar for almost a month, but despite foreign language that your body speaks to me I still smile as if I understand you. I haven't been this confused in a while. My gut aches with shame and I can't tell if this despicable game is even fun for you anymore. I wish time could heal everything. I don't think I've ever wanted to sink or swim this much. I'm in the ocean and I can't find anyone who might hear the echo in my voice that would bounce off the cliffs of my broken heart.

Well isn't this ironic?