I see the humor in the exaggerated death stories, and it's pretty clear that the singer is trying to cover up some serious pain over a breakup. I think it could be seen a slightly different way, though: in addition to trying to convince his friends with the ridiculous accounts of his ex's demise, he could be trying to bring himself some closure.
That's one interpretation that makes sense in light of my experiences, anyway. My last breakup was difficult for me, partly because the main reason was that she moved across the country -- there were no real problems in the relationship otherwise. It just wasn't logical to stay together over such a long, semi-permanent distance.
I held on for much longer than was healthy, but one thought that finally helped me let go of her (long after she'd moved on) was to cut all ties and pretend that she was as inaccessible as if she had died. I'm no good at goodbyes, but it's helped to destroy all lingering remnants of hope that we might get back together.
The line in which she "danced to death in an east-side nightclub" is especially poignant for me, even though it's because of a loose association: our relationship had grown through our mutual dance hobby, and then her moving-on process involved a lot more dancing after she went east. She met her next boyfriend out there through dance...but I prefer to think that she simply danced to death instead. It hurts less.
I see the humor in the exaggerated death stories, and it's pretty clear that the singer is trying to cover up some serious pain over a breakup. I think it could be seen a slightly different way, though: in addition to trying to convince his friends with the ridiculous accounts of his ex's demise, he could be trying to bring himself some closure.
That's one interpretation that makes sense in light of my experiences, anyway. My last breakup was difficult for me, partly because the main reason was that she moved across the country -- there were no real problems in the relationship otherwise. It just wasn't logical to stay together over such a long, semi-permanent distance.
I held on for much longer than was healthy, but one thought that finally helped me let go of her (long after she'd moved on) was to cut all ties and pretend that she was as inaccessible as if she had died. I'm no good at goodbyes, but it's helped to destroy all lingering remnants of hope that we might get back together.
The line in which she "danced to death in an east-side nightclub" is especially poignant for me, even though it's because of a loose association: our relationship had grown through our mutual dance hobby, and then her moving-on process involved a lot more dancing after she went east. She met her next boyfriend out there through dance...but I prefer to think that she simply danced to death instead. It hurts less.