More songs by NIKI
Description
A phone call that smells of the past - a little bitter, a little cozy. There was tiredness, guilt, and that same "what if it's still possible" in his voice. And even tho it's long overdue to learn a lesson, the habit of getting burned is also a way to warm up. This isn't about passion, or forgiveness - it's about the quiet masochism of tenderness, where even burning is pleasant if it's happening on someone's back burner. And it seems like everything is clear: too late, too painful, too familiar. But there's something strangely alive about continuing a conversation, even tho both know it will end in silence. It's as if sadness is also a connection, and sarcasm is a form of love, just a little overcooked.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I can't lie, it feels nice that you're calling
You sound sad and alone and you're stalling
And for once, I don't care about what you want
As long as we keep talking (as long as we're talking)
I mean, you gotta admit the history's kind of unmatched
Asian Calvinism, we made it out of that
Well, whether we're free of will or predestined
Clearly, I've not learned my lesson even now
Hope He doesn't strike me down (strike me down)
The Goo Goo Dolls are dead to me
The way you should be too
But you bring them up
Along with how much I fucking miss you
Maybe I'm just not better than this, I haven't tried
Maybe life's less romantic when I don't wanna die
You'd think I'd be a fast learner
But guess I won't ever mind crisping up on your backburner
Backburner
Your backburner
Your backburner
Your backburner
It's pathetic, but at least you are too
I don't know what to do
I don't like anyone except sometimes you
And now you're sounding like a hurt puppy
You look ugly when you cry
But I'm the one you think to call
How do you feel lucky and appalled at the same time?
After everything you put me through
I somehow still believe in you, oh-oh
But I know in a week or so
You'll fade away again
And I wish that I cared
Hey, are you still there?
Good
Maybe I'm just not better than this, I haven't tried
'Cause maybe you'll finally choose me after you've had more time
I thought I was a fast learner
But guess I won't ever mind, guess I won't ever mind
Maybe I blame my mother bleeding into my stride
Maybe it was my father and his wandering eyes
(It's their fault that)
I'll always be in your corner
'Cause I don't feel alive 'til I'm burnin' on your backburner, oh-oh
(Backburner, your backburner)
And I know that it's sad that I settle for the backburner, oh-oh (your backburner)
(Your backburner, your backburner)
Guess I won't ever mind crisping up on your backburner, oh-oh (your backburner)
(Backburner, your backburner)
As long as you still think of me, oh, oh-oh (backburner, backburner)