heart.beats -lonerisms.

i've never had a drug problem. i've boozed, sure, maybe even more than is 'normal' or healthy. sure i've swigged a bottle of wine in a battle of heartache at one time or another as well. these days i'm pretty good at regulating, but then again, i'm 30. and married. so i'm not really depressed or manic anymore, thank god.

something about revisiting this track though, there seems to be more to it than conor crying about some damaged girl and their vice for 'medication.' the simple strums of the acoustic guitar and the echoed, raw shaky vocals. he could be crooning about anything and it has to tug a little bit at the average listener. here, he happens to be fully admitting his likelihood to abandon his counterpart. and confesses that he's lonely.

'when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend.'

it's admirable, almost, in a sad way. i've certainly been in those shoes. while it's a good feeling to know you're capable of taking care of yourself, everyone gets lonely.

and if you switch up the context and remove the drugs, the inability to commit and be that 'man' or 'woman' everyone else says we should aspire to be, there's yet another layer immersed in the conclusion of this sad ass sap song.

'Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is /
What's so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated '

i think that there is an analogy on life. nothing really is what meets the eye. we can only hope and believe in what we cannot see - and with the effort to push through the obstacles, we can find what it is we're finally looking for.