Is this song to me… or from me? I think both.
It reminds of ‘friends’ who disappeared when I needed them most. I know, that means they weren’t real friends, right? Yeah, people tell me that. Of course, then some of the people who tell me that magically vanish, too. So none of them were ever real friends? Fuck if I know. What’s true? What’s real? What’s right? Maybe ultimately everyone goes… maybe I’m just that awful.
After all, according to one old ‘friend’, sharing my personal struggles makes me ‘look unstable’. Is it really a surprise that I so often feel that I have to hide what’s inside me? That I have to pretend?
I know this all sounds melodramatic… But I played the song and started typing. And this is what came out… and I’m in no mood to edit, hide, or otherwise censor myself. So fuck it… I won’t. Take me as I am… I’m tired of faking it.
Damn, even my subconscious is a bitch. So stop listening to me. Listen to Beck.
No one left to watch your back now
No one standing at your door
That’s what you thought love was for
Baby you’re a lost cause
I’m tired of fighting for a lost cause
Obviously I am not the owner of any rights to this song, this video, or these lyrics… just everything else… which isn’t much… © 2016 what sandra thinks