This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
I don't care about what they say
I don't think you're a slut
When I hear a new story 'bout you every day
Well, I think that they're making them up
You're not that kind of girl I'll say
They'll tell me what they did with you yesterday
I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Since we've been together taking our own sweet time
Just a handshake at the end of the day
Well, that'd just be fine
'Cause if you were a slut
We would've done it by now
And that's my proof
So when I say that you're not like that
I know that it's the truth
Jealous guys will make up lies
And act like they're my friends
With evidence and photographs
Of you doing groups of men
But the pictures aren't exactly
Something hard to do
A fake and they're all lies
And I won't believe you're a slut
No matter how they try
They can point and laugh at us
And call you all those names
Write your name in bathroom stalls
And all those childish games
Despite your reputation
I know I'm the only one
There's not enough hours in the day
To do all those awful things they've said you've done
Well, I don't care about about what they say
I don't think you're a slut
And they keep on saying those hurtful things
And I wish that they'd finally shut up
'Cause we're moving right along
At our own pace
Soon we'll be sliding into second base
And I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Yeah I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Yeah I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
I don't think you're a slut
When I hear a new story 'bout you every day
Well, I think that they're making them up
You're not that kind of girl I'll say
They'll tell me what they did with you yesterday
I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Since we've been together taking our own sweet time
Just a handshake at the end of the day
Well, that'd just be fine
'Cause if you were a slut
We would've done it by now
And that's my proof
So when I say that you're not like that
I know that it's the truth
Jealous guys will make up lies
And act like they're my friends
With evidence and photographs
Of you doing groups of men
But the pictures aren't exactly
Something hard to do
A fake and they're all lies
And I won't believe you're a slut
No matter how they try
They can point and laugh at us
And call you all those names
Write your name in bathroom stalls
And all those childish games
Despite your reputation
I know I'm the only one
There's not enough hours in the day
To do all those awful things they've said you've done
Well, I don't care about about what they say
I don't think you're a slut
And they keep on saying those hurtful things
And I wish that they'd finally shut up
'Cause we're moving right along
At our own pace
Soon we'll be sliding into second base
And I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Yeah I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Yeah I know deep down in my heart that you couldn't be a slut
Lyrics submitted by Jacquismo
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