1000 Times Lyrics
Looking at you
Counting the steps
Between us
Little blades in a line
From your skin to mine
And I feel it
But I can't look up now
Don't wanna give it away
My secret
My teeth and tongue
Would speak aloud what until now
I've only sung
Bleed me dry each and every time
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
Push me away and tell me never
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
Like a good friend might
I'll do the same
But I won't mean it
These words on a page
Carry the pain
They don't free it
I wouldn't need to
Console myself
As I resign to release you
Bleed me dry each and every time
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
Push me away and tell me never
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
I let it go, let it go
Cover my mouth
Don't let a single word slip out
Tell you, no
Nothing could be worse
Than the risk of
Losing what I don't have now
Is it so bad if I wanna cry out
Bleed me dry almost every time
But I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
Push me away and tell me never
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
I would come back 1000 times (Hey yeah)
I would come back 1000 times

I think that this song is about being in love with someone who you see on a regular basis that you have a good friendship with. Then, you realize that your feelings go deeper than the other person's feeling go, but cannot determine whether it is wise to let out your secret and reveal the feelings for fear of "losing what you don't have now." Maybe you have hinted at the feelings, but the other person doesn't seem to feel the same way. You are so in love with the person that it is not even a choice anymore of whether to love them. You just do. You would choose the anguish of keeping the friendship (and hoping for something more) because you at least get to see the person and have that type of relationship.

This is a haunting song about self-inflicted depression and the ensuing desperation. Here, Sara is the shy character who “feels” the room rather than sees it, shown by the description, “A hundred and five / little blades in a line / between your skin and mine.” Inside that shy mindset of secret fantasy and vague association, death and malnutrition are secondary factors to the venerated act of returning. She doesn’t know why she is in the “love [that] is a cage” or weighed by its destructive pain, as the listener is privy to its tragic details being cried out. It floats before her, a cloud of visions portraying the distance between <i>this</i> life and <i>another</i> life.
I focus on her revelation that in another life, she “wouldn’t need to console [herself] as [she] resigns to release” the object of return. But because her death-ridden promises do not suggest release, it would seem that she is just showing how similar her own life is to the other, more violently passionate and uninhibited one. There’s hope yet that she will come fully to terms with her capacities to pull them together: her precious hands.

Sara Bareilles is an amazing artist and lyricist. In this song, she describes the mixed feelings of having feelings for someone who is not aware of it, and not caring if that person finds out and rejects her cause basically she's a fool in love with him. That's my own interpretation of this song. I love that we all can relate to this song I'm our own ways.

This song could be interpreted as love gone sour. When you love someone to a certain extent of always coming back, the relationship becomes unhealthy, and I feel like Sara was trying to portray that feeling in her song. She discusses "waiting forever" and being "pushed away", but says she will come back 1000 times. An experience like this has to be painful, and she sings this thought in a desperate way.

The song reflects a fact anyone can face.When you love someone who does not feel how much you love him.

Sara said on her commentary for this album that 1000 Times is written about unrequited love, and that sense of determination you feel to make them feel the exact same way that you do.

Can't stop listening to this.
This song sums up my relationship with the lottery well.