God damn man-child
You fuck me so good that I almost said, “I love you”
You’re fun and you’re wild
But you don’t know the half of the shit that you put me through
Your poetry’s bad and you blame the news
But I can’t change that and I can’t change your mood
‘Cause you’re just a man, it’s just what you do
Your head in your hands as you color me blue
Blue, blue, blue
God damn man-child
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all
You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you, I just see it through
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
You
‘Cause you’re just a man, it’s just what you do
Your head in your hand as you color me blue
Yeah, you’re just a man, all through and through
Your head in your hands as you color me blue
Blue, blue
You make me blue
Blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue, blue
God damn man-child You fuck me so good that I almost said, "I love you" You're fun and you're wild
First three lines picturized a image of naive & wild young man figure. Makes wondering what comes next, a tribute? A sexy story or just same old lines from every love song? Will the love last long? We don’t know yet.
But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through
Now we seems entering the topic —— blames. That ‘man-child’ hurts the girl and know nothing bout what he did. Then it should be a story or some desicrptivenesses of him.
Your poetry's bad and you blame the news
Like the writer is hopelessly blaming his arrogant. Writer tries to have resonances with us.
But I can't change that and I can't change your mood 'Cause you're just a man, it's just what you do Your head in your hands as you color me blue Blue, blue, blue
This is the end of first verse. Writer seems to be so weak to face this situation. They may have quarrels or fights, afterwards, boy is despairing covering his face with hands while girl is frustrated.
God damn man-child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you, I just see it through
Keeping describing a naïve but ‘know-it-all’ façade figure. Writer just see how poor this man faking that image during parties clearly. What will this girl do?
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
A dramatic reversal! This girl saw his flaws but still love him. She knows all men have flaws and he is just an ordinary one in the world.
This women is just like a observer, blaming a faking image the man disguised.
Then she knows, all men wear masks. This is what a man does.
Overall ,this is a good poetry.
