HELP
Love is a gift that leaves a bitter taste on my lips
And I know, because I’ve been here before
Watching and waiting for some kind of civil war
Oh, I’m ready to give up
Life is a game, and we’re all losers one and the same
And I know, because I’ve been here before
Watching and waiting for someone to keep the score
Oh, I’m ready to give up
I need some help . . . Because I’m ready, ready, ready I’m ready to give up
Some words are meant to be sung, and some just a slip of the tongue
And I know, because I’ve been singing ‘em
Over and over and over . . . again
I need some help . . . Because I’m ready, ready, ready I’m ready to give up
I don’t think you have to have a happy ending in a song. It was kind of tough for me to leave this song as it is though. I always tend to want all my songs to be wrapped up all nice and pretty, and inspire great things in the listener. But I had a super shitty year, and I needed some help. There wasn’t a silver lining in sight, and the tunnel seemed to never end. So I wrote the song from there, in the middle of despair, when love looked like hate, life looked like death, and up looked like some direction none of us have even considered before. (I’m doing a little better now FYI)
TRIVIA: my friend Deanda Frost did all the extra BGVS on this song and Get Away