Whispers and quick glances are what this (disaster)town is made up of. We can all keep telling each other lies even though we all know the only reason we do this is to make it all feel alright. Fuck metaphors they're just another way of delaying another pointless story. They all consist of the same thing: a hopeless girl and a stupid lush. She'll do whatever it takes to get him to notice her but deep down she knows he'll never notice her, no matter what. True fucking love is just another lie to make everyone feel alright, feel hopeful.