It seems that the narrator is engaging in dialogue. Although, not with any one specifically, more like the people who are asking or expecting things from him, for example, old friends and fans, identified by the narrator as "butterflies and the hanger ons," in which the butterflies would be old friends and the hanger ons old bright eyes fans.
There's a strong presence of juxtaposition, the verses are his suggestions and reflections in which he suggests love and friendship are inversely important and tricky.
And then the bridges consist of him just shoving the subjects off, a shoulder shrug of sorts. It's as if he wants to help, but knows he doesn't take his own advice.
"Well I don't know what to tell you kid, though it really is too bad. Whatever I tried to push away came back." This stanza shows he may have wrestled with these aspirations and positive outlooks, but can't escape his natural predisposition to sorrow.
It seems that the narrator is engaging in dialogue. Although, not with any one specifically, more like the people who are asking or expecting things from him, for example, old friends and fans, identified by the narrator as "butterflies and the hanger ons," in which the butterflies would be old friends and the hanger ons old bright eyes fans.
There's a strong presence of juxtaposition, the verses are his suggestions and reflections in which he suggests love and friendship are inversely important and tricky.
And then the bridges consist of him just shoving the subjects off, a shoulder shrug of sorts. It's as if he wants to help, but knows he doesn't take his own advice.
"Well I don't know what to tell you kid, though it really is too bad. Whatever I tried to push away came back." This stanza shows he may have wrestled with these aspirations and positive outlooks, but can't escape his natural predisposition to sorrow.
Very subtle, yet very dense.