An alternative view of a catchy song

If you haven't encountered this song in the last six months, I don't know what rock you've been living under, but it's time to get out.. NOW. Listen to it and watch the video.. The detailing blows my mind :)

So the obvious interpretation of the song is about a guy (Goyte) who's still upset about a previous relationship and his current beau (Kimbra) who's fed up with him constantly reminiscing about his ex.. Well, that's what I think is the general accepted view of this song.

Here's what I think:
Goyte: The thoughts in my mind... all sad and pessimistic and screwy.
Kimbra: My heart that's fed up of being screwed over by my mind's constant over-analysis of  EVERYTHING.

Yup... think about it.
Lyrics:
Now and then I think of when we were together 
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die 
Told myself that you were right for me 
But felt so lonely in your company 
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness 
Like resignation to the end 
Always the end 
So when we found that we could not make sense 
Well you said that we would still be friends 
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off 
Make out like it never happened 
And that we were nothing 
And I don't even need your love 
But you treat me like a stranger 
And that feels so rough 
You didn't have to stoop so low 
Have your friends collect your records 
And then change your number 
I guess that I don't need that though 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over 
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done 
And I don't want to live that way 
Reading into every word you say 
You said that you could let it go 
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off 
Make out like it never happened 
And that we were nothing 
And I don't even need your love 
But you treat me like a stranger 
And that feels so rough 
You didn't have to stoop so low 
Have your friends collect your records 
And then change your number 
I guess that I don't need that though 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
I used to know 
That I used to know

Somebody . . .

Actually, on second thought... this song represents my relationship with STATISTICS :(
Y U CUT ME OFF? MAKE OUT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND WE WERE NOTHING? Y U TREAT ME LIKE A STRANGER?

Y U NO LOVE ME, STATS? :(

I go cry now. Bye.