The girl's lover was gone, but his shadow was still there.
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.
The joke is, we all have the same punchline.
Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.