Met a woman yesterday with an innocent face. She had tragedy-stricken eyes, yet held a sweet tenderness about her. Instantly, I felt compelled to make her feel happy
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I guess it's because I feel like I can only comfort them to a certain point, and then I let them use me as a way to escape and a way to change their feelings from miserable to fucking fantastic, which is a goal of most people who desire comfort - to escape how they feel presently and feel better.
That's usually when they tell you they love you. And maybe they think they do. You'll think they do because it's so sincere.
Then morning comes and it turns out they don't love you at all; they love what you did for them (until eventually they bitterly resent you for what you did for them) and now you're the miserable one.
There's a song called "Sorry About That" by Alkaline Trio that is perfection in describing this situation:
it hasn't been that long since we drank to the sunset until it was gone. and down with it went our pain and fear, as we slowly broke contact more and more with every beer. and we passed out in each other's arms, both admitting we'd never felt better, never felt so warm. but awoke in each other's eyes, without wearing a stitch of clothing, we were both deeply in disguise. and maybe i just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted in my own special selfish way. and if i hadn't set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted, hell knows where your heart would be today. maybe with me. it seems like it's been so long since we kissed through the darkness until it was dawn. up with it came our pain and fear that we'd already lost each other. we both knew that the end was near. maybe i just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted in my own special selfish way. and if i hadn't set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted, hell knows where your heart would be today. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me.
That's usually when they tell you they love you. And maybe they think they do. You'll think they do because it's so sincere.
Then morning comes and it turns out they don't love you at all; they love what you did for them (until eventually they bitterly resent you for what you did for them) and now you're the miserable one.
There's a song called "Sorry About That" by Alkaline Trio that is perfection in describing this situation:
it hasn't been that long since we drank to the sunset until it was gone. and down with it went our pain and fear, as we slowly broke contact more and more with every beer. and we passed out in each other's arms, both admitting we'd never felt better, never felt so warm. but awoke in each other's eyes, without wearing a stitch of clothing, we were both deeply in disguise. and maybe i just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted in my own special selfish way. and if i hadn't set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted, hell knows where your heart would be today. maybe with me. it seems like it's been so long since we kissed through the darkness until it was dawn. up with it came our pain and fear that we'd already lost each other. we both knew that the end was near. maybe i just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted in my own special selfish way. and if i hadn't set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted, hell knows where your heart would be today. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me. maybe with me.
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