If you've ever had the unfortunate experience of being in a relationship that straight up sucked, but you stayed in it for whatever reason, you'll understand where we're coming from on this track.
You know those relationships: They start off great, but slowly and gradually start to turn to shit. you ignore every single negative aspect of it (even though some are glaringly obvious), until you either, A) Get dumped, and finally see said flaws when you're trying to make yourself feel better, or B) Realize the flaws on your own, and "break free".
I put that in quotes because you'll most likely end up in another relationship just like it, despite your previous experience. The same patterns emerge. The same underhanded hostility aimed at you begins again. It's like forgetting to change a CD, so you end up listening to it again, over and over.
"Wait, didn't we hear this one like five times already?"
(Lyrics)
Let me tell you about this girl I hate, we used to date, a bitch with the gift to manipulate.
I wish I could say it started out great, though I was
wrapped around her finger, from the very first day.
I’d drag myself down to Essex, hoping that she’d make a
presence, and if she did, we’d scout for bars that seemed extra pretentious.
And could we get in? Hell no. But those were the best I had
to dress with.
Fuck - I should’ve been offended.
She’d tell me that she’s better and she’s not.
She’s a listless fucking hipster, and I’m hot.
I only wish that I had seen it before, but I'm signing off. I
closed the chapter, shutting the door.
I cut my chains; I broke my leash.
Finally. I’m free.
Well not completely, I think you might’ve missed one.
That one chain that pulls you right back when you think that
you’re done.
I cut my chains; I broke my leash.
Finally. I’m free.
Who you trying to convince? It seems you don’t have a
problem with blissful ignorance.
Miss Danger, you’re in danger of becoming a stranger to
yourself.
I say this and, unfortunately, know this situation well.
A strange form of denial, it’s versatile, and lasts a while.
Until the next one comes along and shackles you back up with a smile.
Rinse. Wash. Repeat, same breaking free, though in quotes.
Sing the same song; though I guess this time the chains
might be a rope.
The same old story about how you don’t want her back.
Remember however, she was your world; it’s never as easy as
that.
She had you counting daisy petals, finding solace in spirits;
Amaretto won’t be the same, as much as you try to forget it.
Those bedroom eyes that once hypnotized are now a nightmare.
It’s kind of like a train wreck. You try, but can’t help but stare.
Except, you’re the one in it. You tried to avoid it but
didn’t. Throughout it you acted so timid, until you were taken past your limit.
By now you have to recognize the patterns; they don’t
evolve.
Notice you heard this one before; stuck on repeat all.
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