Bitter Side of Sweet
Navigating Love's Labyrinth: Unraveling Clint Black's Bitter Side
Lyrics
She asked me how love gets along with me all by myself.
She inquired about my relationship with love while being alone.
Wonders how I keep from getting dust upon that shelf.
She wonders how I avoid neglecting love and letting it gather dust.
She wanted to know how a man like me ends up alone, anyway.
Curiosity about how someone like me becomes solitary.
Was I breakin' all the rules of love and the games that people play.
Questioning whether I break love rules and play unconventional games.
I said not too many hangin' round of all the ones I meet.
Not many people around, but those I meet often discover my bitter side.
In time they always find that I'm on the bitter side of sweet.
Over time, people find that I have a bitter aspect in my approach to love.
She huddled on the gate on my block where I always catch my bus.
She waited at the gate on my block, where I catch my bus.
An' I hoped it wouldn't stop today, there'd just be the two of us.
Hoping for a moment alone as the bus arrives.
But it showed up like it always does, about twenty minutes late.
The bus arrived late, as usual, disrupting our plans.
I told her it'd right along but she said she couldn't wait.
I assured her the bus would come, but she couldn't wait.
She didn't need any assistance in putting some distance, between us on that empty street.
She distanced herself without needing help on the empty street.
She was of a mind, in record time that I'm on the bitter side of sweet.
She quickly concluded that I am on the bitter side of sweet.
That I act this was is really no my fault.
I explain that my behavior is not entirely my fault.
It just means all the sweet things I got to say,
My sweet words should be taken with a grain of salt.
Come along with a grain of salt.
Acknowledging that my actions may not always match my words.
It's no wonder I'm not scoring points, I'm always out of bounds.
If persuasive words make a point, I'm foolish in abundance.
If any wise willed words convince the point, I'm foolish by the pound.
Realizing that my sweet talk isn't convincing to anyone.
And a fool can see no one believes what's rollin' off my tongue.
Observing that no one believes the words I speak.
And I've never seen a recipe for sweet talkin' anyone.
Commenting on the absence of a recipe for successful sweet-talking.
I could have written a book on the lessons I took in the agony of defeat.
Reflecting on the lessons learned in the agony of defeat.
And showed you all the signs between the lines on the bitter side of sweet.
Revealing the signs of bitterness hidden between the lines of sweetness.
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