"So tell if you still believe in love like you used to"
Well, I don't know if I want to, it just doesn't make much sense in light of current events..
"So you're just moving your allegiances to bitterness?!"
No, I didn't say that. You're putting words in my mouth and I've got enough of my own that I need to get out. What I mean is that I'm done singing songs about love like I know the first thing about getting along.
It's in my head, and I can't seem to shake it!
"So tell me, don't you worry you'll end up dying alone?"
Of course, are you saying that you think that you won't? Well, I've got some bad news: Death is coming for you! And you will be alone when you shake his hand. But I think I know what you mean, but it's really living alone that's the nightmare. I wanna fuck every woman, wanna kill every man, but I'm finding the whole thing too exhausting to care. But it's in my head and I can't seem to shake it.
"Get it through your head! Get it through your head! Get it through your head! Your love is dead! Your love is dead! Your love is dead!"
Maybe I could admit that I am so full of shit and what I really want is that white picket fence. It's what my body was built for, what I thought that I had. And maybe I've seen too many movies, but I just can't forget how the idea used to move me, how it would fill up my chest. I've got to take it apart for myself, because I know I'll never be happy if I am waiting for somebody else to come along and complete me.
She was a song in my memory that I forgot how to sing when I wrote it down. Now it's every lyric escapes me and I don't think it'll ever come back to me now. I don't think she'll ever come back to me.