Optimization is a myth. ...Just a myth

Optimization Is A Myth. Just A Myth, Baby. Some Errors You Keep In The Logs. Black Tie Event. Mind Is In The Gutter. Snapshot Of Us In That Hotel In Paris Public Was Clean. Private Was... Clutter. First One Was Chaotic, Static On The Line I Liked The Danger, The Speed, The Decline. I Was Supplying The Want, I Was Supplying The Need. Silk Dress On The Floor. Drowning In The Shallow End, Too High To Bleed. Life Choices, Burnt Bridges, Placing The Bet A Gallery Of Ghosts... And A Bed Full Of Sweat. We Keep It High Fashion To Cover The Stain Pleasure Is Just The Prettier Version Of Pain. Dirty Laundry Wrapped In A Designer Bag Every New Lover Is Just A Red Flag. Second One Was Strategy. Cold Light. I Wanted The Resume, I Hated The Night. We Debated The Logic, The Physics Of Skin I Was The Only Argument I Didn't Want To Win. Separation Was Surgical. Just Ice. I Didn't Want The Value. I Just Wanted The Price. You Talk About The Third One... Like You Were The One Holding The Match. You Engineered The Lock, Darling... But I’m The One Who Picked The Latch. You Say I Was The Signal? Honey, You Were Just The Noise. I Came Here For A Man. You Gave Me Little Boys. You Shattered All My Poise. You Call It Arrogance? I Call It A Glitch. You Talk About The Texture, The Scratch And The Itch? I Remember The Balcony. I Remember The View. I Wasn't Whispering To The Devil... I Was Whispering To You. That Wasn't Polite. No, It Was The Truth. That Was The Animal Eating The Mind. You Left The Best Parts Of Me Behind. I Miss The Texture. You Miss The Control. I Miss The Grip. You Missed The Soul. Now I’m Auditing Wreckage Of Time That Was Spent. Tell Me Where The Vitality Went... Archive It.