So if you’re ever commuting in my area early in the morning, make sure to watch out for the crazy, sobbing woman in a Cube. I’m not sure why, but I’m always more weepy in the mornings. Maybe because I haven’t been desensitized to the day yet. But no matter the reason, I’m usually tearing up on my drive into work while listening to pop music.
None of these songs should make you cry. They aren’t about horrible things happening in the world. They aren’t filled with minor chords. They’re just songs. Some of them super peppy. And yet, if you see me sobbing in the slow lane, just ignore me.
Because all I can think about it baby stuff all the time, I find hidden meanings for myself and Gibson in all these songs. Ridiculous, I know. Humor me.
I should be over all the butterflies
But I’m into you (I’m into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I’m into you (I’m into you)
I will make you queen of everything you see,
I’ll put you on the map,
I’ll cure you of disease.
But now I have finally seen the end
(finally seen the end)
And I’m not expecting you to care, no
(expecting you to care)
That I have finally seen the light
(finally seen the light)
And I have finally realized
I need your love
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
You’ll never say hello to you
Until you get it on the red line overload
You’ll never know what you can do
Until you get it up as high as you can go
And of course, it’s not really the song that makes me cry when I see this one.
And here I was expecting “Cat’s in the Cradle” by Jim Croce.