When I look at these lyrics, I think of Barney Stinson.
He just had a (Adjective) night, but he doesn’t feel the same way other women made him. Somehow he felt something. (“I didn't wanna wake up But then I felt your touch”) I don’t think drink as in action, but in effect. His feelings were false, clouded by a toxin. Now he is starting to feel. (“Now I notice that I drink too much And the turning of the universe oh”) He pretended to have feelings, but he didn't know those feelings would be real and they are serious. Will he surrender to these feelings and be human? (“Spent the morning as a pretender Will this be the age of surrender The falling dark it lines The walls let ours combine”) Now he has to decide what he is going to do with his life after a quick wake-up slap.
When I look at these lyrics, I think of Barney Stinson.
He just had a (Adjective) night, but he doesn’t feel the same way other women made him. Somehow he felt something. (“I didn't wanna wake up But then I felt your touch”) I don’t think drink as in action, but in effect. His feelings were false, clouded by a toxin. Now he is starting to feel. (“Now I notice that I drink too much And the turning of the universe oh”) He pretended to have feelings, but he didn't know those feelings would be real and they are serious. Will he surrender to these feelings and be human? (“Spent the morning as a pretender Will this be the age of surrender The falling dark it lines The walls let ours combine”) Now he has to decide what he is going to do with his life after a quick wake-up slap.