(500) days of summer is how I feel like when you show that nothing's the same as before. Maybe later, when the mood is right for you to shower me with love again, it'll be fine, but for right now you're wrapped up in your own world and I'm sorry I can't understand you like I used to. We used to click like mad, like we could always remedy each other's day by sharing a treasure of a sweet song that we locked away from other people, but now it's not the same. And you can't really make me happy anymore either.