Love, romantic or platonic, is not a picnic. It can be thick and heavy in our lives -- it gets difficult and complicated and painful, and oftentimes it seems like life would just be easier without it. Sometimes it seems to constrain us. And yet we feel this inexplicable pull towards it ("we cannot spell it out, there are no words"). We are human, and we love. It's in our blood (the double meaning of saying love is "thick like blood"), and we can't really avoid it. "If nothing changes then I'm gonna stop / but do I really have a choice? / I think not," describes it perfectly.
Love is a gift and a consequence of being human, so "just bleed the bittersweet." It will always be there.
What I get out of this song is basically this:
Love, romantic or platonic, is not a picnic. It can be thick and heavy in our lives -- it gets difficult and complicated and painful, and oftentimes it seems like life would just be easier without it. Sometimes it seems to constrain us. And yet we feel this inexplicable pull towards it ("we cannot spell it out, there are no words"). We are human, and we love. It's in our blood (the double meaning of saying love is "thick like blood"), and we can't really avoid it. "If nothing changes then I'm gonna stop / but do I really have a choice? / I think not," describes it perfectly.
Love is a gift and a consequence of being human, so "just bleed the bittersweet." It will always be there.