I can really feel for Neil on this track; it hurts when you find yourself on the wrong side of a break up. The blow to your self esteem is almost worse than the whole heart ripped out of your chest thing.
At the same time, I want to give him a friendly slap in the face, tell him to snap out of it, and to buck up the fuck up, buttercup.
The desperate pleading tactic has never worked for anyone, and he’d be a lot better off walking away with some dignity. And, Neil, don’t even think about texting her unless she texts you first.
Nope. Not even if she is hoarding your favorite records. (You know who you are, and I still want my White Album back.)
She’s just not that into you, Neil.
But, on the bright side, you’re a total dreamboat, and I’m sure you can find plenty of gals down at the sock hop who’d consider themselves lucky to be your rebound.
(Song recommendation by Samantha Lamph)