Every You Every Me

Sucker love is heaven sent -- Maybe an element of sarcasm there You pucker up, our passion's spent -- Before things even begin it's gone. Like, you're just getting ready to kiss me, and there's just nothing there... No reason, no point, no attraction. (Or I've had you so many times that there's nothing to it anymore) My heart's a tart, your body's rent -- I've been emotionally around the block, while you've been around physically My body's broken, yours is bent -- I can no longer properly function, while you have been used so many times you just retain the same form, you never change, never alter. Always the same.

Carve your name into my arm -- Maybe trying to make the love permanent this time Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed -- self-defication leaves me feeling like I haven't a care in the world... instead of worrying about the relationship, I have this entrancing and euphoric outlook on things. Cuz there's nothing else to do -- After this experience, I'm doing all that I can Every me and every you -- We're the same in opposite ways

Sucker love, a box I choose -- This is the kind of love I always find No other box I choose to use -- This is where I feel comfortable, this is the type of relationship I feel I need to be in. Another love I would abuse -- In an inherently healthy relationship, I would somehow screw it up. No circumstances could excuse -- That is an invariable outcome, so it's better if everything is screwed up to begin with

In the shape of things to come -- The future is already taking form, it's already showing signs of every other relationship I've been in Too much poison come undone -- It eventually gets so bad that it falls apart Cuz there's nothing else to do -- I can't change the situation, so I won't try Every me and every you -- This is just the way we are Every me -- I am contributing more to the failure of this relationship than you are

Sucker love is known to swing -- This love doesn't last, it moves on to the next one down the line. Prone to cling and waste these things -- I always become too attatched and ruin what it really is Pucker up for heaven's sake -- The passion is here in this moment There's never been so much at stake -- We have to take this opportunity before we lose it forever

I serve my head up on a plate -- I'm telling you exactly what I'm thinking It's only comfort, calling late -- My level of comfort in this situation is the only thing that still doesn't exist.

Like the naked leads the blind -- When you know you're enjoyed by something to an extent of annoyance, you go to those who can not recognize that trait I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind -- Kind of sarcastic in a way, like that's what he knows they think... I take advantage of you and then disappear... but that's not actually what I think I'm doing Sucker love I always find -- This kind of unhealthy and fake love is always at hand Someone to bruise and leave behind -- I find a new person, elude myself into believing I love them, and then brutally leave

All alone in space and time -- In the end, I'm completely alone... I have no one. There's nothing here, but what here's mine? -- There's nothing here for me. Nothing I can find that satisfies what I need. But what can I take from this situation? Something borrowed, something blue -- All I really want is love Every me and every you -- This will just continue to happen

Basically, the guy compulsively uses people, believing at the height of the moment that he's in love, but once all is said and done, realizes he's not, and continues his search for the next one down the line. The true sadness is that all he really wants is to actually find love, and that's the one thing he never gets. "All alone in space and time" The poor man is alone and... it's just absolutely tragic. This song is depressing. Great, but depressing. And he doesn't want to hurt these people. He just does. Because he's incapable of loving the type of people he's attracted to.

That's my in depth proposal, at least...