Mirage.

A Fibonacci Sequence.

1.You
1.Said,
2.cry when
3.you see beautiful
5.things -- I have since stopped,
8.believing in tears; you asked if I could, 13.breathe: before urging me to drown tonight, works better than tomorrow, I guess.
21.The Radiohead song you referred to, repeats a plea, 'don't leave' -- tonight it is then, and it roughly translates to don't, 34.Close your eyes to fall asleep, I am on my way to you; it's cold outside, if you fall ill, don't call me, if you can't sleep-- it's beautiful, I will just be a--
55.fictitious hero; and, if I can't sleep, I will call--I will drive to you; but,
I don't want to pretend anymore with you,
my phone is melting looking at your photographs and don't say that I hung up on you: I can't feel my lips in the morning-- okay, then I won't kiss you:
89.solves the issue-- it's the self imposed pain, you impose the blue on my lips; I will borrow your books and pain I won't lose your books, I will sleep with them, the nights when you aren't here:
Pack and come home? I think I miss you already-- all the power of universe, combining: Vincent Van Gogh swallowed yellow paint to understand happiness but you thought yellow meant sorrow; if I break your heart, I can't break your heart anymore, your love for me is a Fibonacci sequence, it seems.