Its not a silly little moment
Its not the calm before the storm
this is the deep and dying breath of
this love that we've been working on.
So the blame games escalated, each blaming the other for the demise of their love:
I'll make the most of all the sadness,
you'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
so you left me feeling dirty
cos you don't understand.
And they put up this front of still being together, still loving, but they both know that
We're going down, and you can see it too
We're going down, and you know that we're doomed,
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.
And so they finally break up, just to make up again, then break up... till he finally gets fed up and say "All we ever do is say Goodbye"
Just when i had you off my head
Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed
You say you wanna try again
but I've tried everything but giving in.
Ahh, love.. don't you just hate it when the past refuses to stay in the past, and yet doesn't really want your present? And ol'John feels the burn too..
I love you more than songs can say
But I cant keep running after yesterday...
Why you wanna break my heart again
Why am I gonna let you try
When all we ever do is say goodbye.
So John says, enough is enough!! And he issues an ultimatum: "Friends, lovers or nothing"
Only when we want is not a compromise
I'll be pouring tears into your drying eyes...
Friends, lovers or nothing,
There can only be one.
Friends, lovers or nothing,
We can never be an in-between,so give it up.
Aaaannnd... nothing!!!! That's what he got!! So now he finds himself "Perfectly lonely"
Had a little love, but i spread it thin.
Falling in her arms and out again,
Made a bad name for my game around town.
Tore up my heart and shut it down..
Nothing to do, nowhere to be
a simple little kind of free.
nothing to do, no one but me,
and that's all I need
I'm perfectly lonely
cos I don't belong to anyone
nobody belongs to me..
And life goes on for him. Sure, he misses her, but he's had enough of their 'heartbreak warfare' with its 'drop his name, twist the knife, watch my face, as i pretend to feel no pain' overtones. But...it's still good... He makes music out of heartcrap, indulges his twitter addictions and no one bugs him about it.
And this is not to say
there never comes a day
I'll take my chances and start again.
And when i look behind
On all my younger times
I'll have to thank the wrongs
That led me to a love so strong.
Yayyyy!!! Go John!!
I love your lyrics, your sleepy voice, your bluesy guitar playing, your curls, your lips...
Eh, this is all about his music, of course.