I think the person is trying to find perfect love, where all the pieces fit together. He or she has found some pieces, but they never make a whole, so the person is never truly complete in the way other people "the geeks and the freaks" (who think they are truly in love) are. To me, the weight of the curtain is symbolic of life, and in this case, almost like an hourglass, like time is ticking, the curtain is slowly falling and you aren't even complete yet, and there's a chance you may never be. Maybe you aren't ever truly complete with out someone else to compliment and vice versa.
SIDE NOTE: Jewel compares "Bukowski's widow" to this perfect love. Bukowski was a famous poet and literary icon. He died years ago but his wife to this day, still feels a missing part, like half of her is gone. She was even quoted in August of 2000 in the Long Beach Press for saying "Every day I don't get over it, every day I cry. It's almost absurd. It's like when somebody loses an appendage. What do you do? The other half of me is gone."
I think the person is trying to find perfect love, where all the pieces fit together. He or she has found some pieces, but they never make a whole, so the person is never truly complete in the way other people "the geeks and the freaks" (who think they are truly in love) are. To me, the weight of the curtain is symbolic of life, and in this case, almost like an hourglass, like time is ticking, the curtain is slowly falling and you aren't even complete yet, and there's a chance you may never be. Maybe you aren't ever truly complete with out someone else to compliment and vice versa.
SIDE NOTE: Jewel compares "Bukowski's widow" to this perfect love. Bukowski was a famous poet and literary icon. He died years ago but his wife to this day, still feels a missing part, like half of her is gone. She was even quoted in August of 2000 in the Long Beach Press for saying "Every day I don't get over it, every day I cry. It's almost absurd. It's like when somebody loses an appendage. What do you do? The other half of me is gone."