Casanova Lament
Casanova's Bittersweet Departure: A Melodic Reflection
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I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house,
I ensure I have all my belongings before leaving home.
Because when I'm gone I'm never coming back.
Expressing a sense of finality and permanence about leaving.
I'm not being melodramatic, it's just I neither have your number or a key.
Not melodramatic, but practical; lacks contact info and access.
An evening spent pretending that we're just becoming friends,
Spending time pretending to be just friends for an evening.
Or this goes any further than going back;
Clarifying the limits of the relationship, avoiding further commitment.
I'm not being pessimistic, it's just you and I were never meant to be.
Realistic view that the speaker and the person were not meant to be.
It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was.
Acknowledging it's not love, but there's a desire for it to be.
I've picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out
Developing a habit of going out with friends in the evening.
In the evening with my friends into the town,
Engaging in social activities in the town with friends.
Of packing a spare T-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home.
Packing a spare T-shirt as a precautionary measure.
It's pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there've been mornings
Admitting a somewhat pathetic habit, preparing for unexpected situations.
I've proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub.
Recalling instances where being prepared proved wise.
But that's precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I've become.
Reflecting on the discomfort of self-awareness and personal change.
It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was,
Reiterating the non-love nature but expressing a wish for it to be.
And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was,
Observing a reciprocal desire in the eyes of the other person.
But every time I leave you just because
Leaving each time despite the desire, acknowledging it's not love.
It isn't love.
(Reiteration of the non-love situation from line 17.)
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