One Time Thing
When I woke up today, I got your message on my phone. You said, “Hey I had fun. Did you ever make it home?” I tried to read between the lines, “Oh yeah I’m doing fine. Feels like my head is made of moonshine and cheap-ass wine.” My best friend told me I should just stop looking for a sign.
So OK, you told me it was just a one time thing, a spark on gasoline. So what could I say? If you tell me it don’t mean a thing, yeah, somebody told me you were mean.
Then in a couple of days, I get this photograph of you. The message says, “You lonely too? Do you want to tell me what to do?” I thought maybe it was a line, when we spoke that one last time… ”sounds like your breath is full of moonshine
and cheap-ass wine.” My best friend told me I should just stop looking for a sign.
So OK, you told me it was just a one time thing, a spark on gasoline. So what could I say? If you tell me it don’t mean a thing, yeah, somebody told me you were like a machine and so damn mean. My mind’s torn to pieces every time I try to jump up on this trampoline.
Why don’t you tell me what you mean?
Why don’t you tell me I was just your mistake? How long can this take? How many sleepless nights can I go over every second while I’m lying awake?
So OK, if this is really just a one time thing, I think I’ve lost something. What else can I say? I don’t blame for a single thing. Yeah, somebody told me I should stay away. But I can’t help it, I want one more thing. Silence is deafening. I can’t put you away. And I don’t blame you for a single thing.
Yeah, somebody told me you were mean
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This song developed out of two situations: one of which happened to a good friend and one of which happened to me. I love how he’s quite playful in his insouciance about the fling, while acknowledging (later, begrudgingly) what a massive event it actually was in his life. He kids about all this moonshine and cheap ass wine, meanwhile he can’t sleep, laying awake instead, wondering if he’s lost a chance at something great.