We seldom listen to the lyrics. A song catches on if it’s got a nice beat or a nice melody, the lyrics can be as crap as they want.
(Especially some rokkie-sokkie-bokkie-baby-chocolates-songs)
Last week, I’ve listened to the lyrics of the song “We are young” that’s currently being played to death on radio.
Give me a second
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom
getting higher than the empire state
my lover she is waiting for me
just across the bar
My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses
asking ’bout a scar
and I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you’re trying to forget
but between the drinks and subtle things
the holes in my apologies
you know I’m trying hard to take it back
so if by the time the bar closes
and you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home
She’s trying to forget, you’re trying to take it back. You offer to carry her home . . . after giving her the scar in the first place?
Abuse stays in the heart long after the physical wounds have healed.
“You” should not be allowed close to her. “You” are not worthy to be in her presence.
Enough bitchin’ for one day. Time to dismount.