Memoria

Jaded

"Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style

But you're yesterday's child to me

  So jaded " 

  Relieve me with longing for something true. I'll listen to you over and over. Not only are you catchy, but you remind me how people in the world are heart broken. When they look into their wife's bright blue eyes and see a shadow lurking in the back of their pupils. They see another man they have relations with and that is when it comes undone, like a loose knot. Like a frayed and tattered fabric. Like constellations of tears rolling down so casually as you try to cope with the new idea.

"Yeah you're so jaded

And I'm the one that jaded you"

People get so bored of each other so quick. Why can't we love one another truthfully and loyally, where we can earn the respect of our significant other and delightfully give it back without a fear of  it being lost in the void forever to another person? Why is it that we cheat? Why do we give away our love? Why do we do what we do as human beings? Are we meant to betray each other? Are we meant to simply, take, and not give back to the world? Do we have to play pretend with every attractive guy or girl we meet? Why?

"In all it's misery

It will always be what I love and hated

......

When I'm shootin' the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur

And ecstasy's what you prefer"

In all the misery of the dragging news or the thick stack of divorce papers, there is a small light that shines from underneath. Is it the shining of a true heart? Is it the glisten of his wife's bright blue eyes? Does she mean well? In all its misery, it will always be bittersweet, it will always be trying to drag you back for more, like an addiction. It will always be sour on your tongue, as you step into another lover's bedroom to continue with your illegal throws of passion. Should you proceed to marry them behind a brick wall and live another life? When you lead them on like that, he thinks he is "shootin' the breeze" with you. But you're just bored of him. Ecstasy, the rush, the thrill of having too many hearts under your belt, under your control. Is it a game of eenie-meenie-miney-mo?