It's like this idea that if you adhere to the right standard or form, if you have the classic kiss or the right line, if everything's perfect and staged, then your love is 'real' and 'truthful'...and I think the narrator is just realizing how crap that whole idea was and is just getting it out of his system.
Like the last few lines - "the fear your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by." That instead of figuring out why we can't love what we have, we go chasing effigies of perfection and we take lines from songs and characters from movies as the mythological ghost ships that we chase -- and maybe it's comforting to just get lost in that chase when we can't find the love we're looking for.
It's like this idea that if you adhere to the right standard or form, if you have the classic kiss or the right line, if everything's perfect and staged, then your love is 'real' and 'truthful'...and I think the narrator is just realizing how crap that whole idea was and is just getting it out of his system.
Like the last few lines - "the fear your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by." That instead of figuring out why we can't love what we have, we go chasing effigies of perfection and we take lines from songs and characters from movies as the mythological ghost ships that we chase -- and maybe it's comforting to just get lost in that chase when we can't find the love we're looking for.