Heartbreak Warfare by John Mayer

If you've ever liked someone and they didn't like you back, this is the song for you. I love it--it's so emotional.

Lightning strikes

Inside, my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare.

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Just say so...

How come the only way to know how high you get me
is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me
but I can't break through at all.

It's a heartbreak...

I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight
Let's just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God we're gonna get it right
If you lay your weapon down
Red wine and ambien
You're talking **** again, it's heartbreak warfare
Good to know it's all a game
Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak, heartbreak.

It's heartbreak warfare.
It's heartbreak warfare.
It's heartbreak warfare.

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Not Here

We walk down a dead-end street

Trying to play a sad, slow beat

That isn’t here

Not anymore

As you beat on your drum

My world becomes numb

Because the love isn’t here

Not anymore

You go your own way

I won’t follow you today

Because my love isn’t here

Not anymore

You hold your head high

But I see it in your eye

The love isn’t here

Not anymore

That person you swore to

Told you’d always love more to

She’s not here

Not anymore

Did I tell you I loved you?

That was a lie, too

That truth isn’t here

Not anymore

You said you would always be so

A lover and never, ever a foe

But that person’s not here

Not anymore

Because we walk down a dead end street

We try to play a sad, slow beat

But it’s doesn’t exist here.

Not anymore.

The Magician Part 1

The stage is empty. The audience is quiet.

The curtain draw back and a spotlight blinds the audience.

They roar and cheer and stamp their feet like animals.

The magician takes the stage quietly, no introduction needed.

He waves his hand once and the audience settles back into their seats.

He regards them coldly, a look of near disgust on his face

Like a butcher eyeing pitiful pickings

Or a disappointed farmer sighing over his crops.

The magician shakes his head subtly and the audience holds a collective breath.

What wonders are to be performed here today?

Life and Death

I sheathe my sword and smile—victorious grin!—

But even through the sun a cloud looms

And I know my greatest victory is my greatest loss

A worthy foe, a fair fight

But a bloody cross is all that will keep the memory

Of my greatest opponent

How can this be right? How can this be fair?

How can I sit here and see the beauty that once was

Made into nothing more than another patch of grass

Another bard’s empty ballad?

I know the truth.

I did not vanquish. I nearly fell.

I fought not for honor, not to become a hero.

I fought to defend.

Now I have been made into what I am not.

Now my story will be told.

Now it will be twisted.

Now I am nothing more than a child’s tale—

Now I am a vain hero fighting for nothing.

But you know that isn’t true.

I fought only, ever for you.

When my enemy fell I could see your smile

And I knew—I was coming home!

Home to see your face and hold you once again—

The only place I have ever missed through all my ordeals.

That is why I smile. That is why I count death as life.

You are the life that I return to when my enemy is dead.

Is This War?

War is not war that brings you home

That sends you to play in the snow

That encourages you to laugh at the sky

When has it been so?

It is not true war, but a game.

Simply a game.

You taunt the trees

And laugh at the clouds

You bang on the fence posts

And tickle the enemy.

This is not war.

This is a child’s game.

Their giggles fill the air

And give way to piercing screams

As they run from each other

Brandishing wooden swords

And donning cocky hats

Their silly faces mock the captain

Forts are made to take cover in

From snow and wood and anything

They ride sticks as though they had horses

And the commoners bow and retreat

A muttering retreat

Full of giggles and whispers

Before a crowd breaks loose

They attack the trees

They swear they see Indians

And birds cackle at their mischief

A war party is on the move

The smell of gunpowder coats the air

They poke and prod as they take prisoners

And tiny screams echo

As dolls are scalped with sticks

And handed back to owners

Covered with dirt and sand

None the worse for wear

But all the worse for looks.

Kitchens are constructed

In thickets they hide food

Tied up in bundles to protect from bears

The mothers move about

Taking care of children

Cleaning guns for fathers

And cleaning the dirt from the dirt

The fathers shoulder their weapons

Head out the door and off to war

Mothers peer out windows

Waving filthy handkerchiefs

Before heading out themselves

Muskets are loaded

Shots ring out

Brave soldiers fall to the ground

Holding their stomachs

They lie for a moment

A tragic look on their faces

Before they jump off

Racing off into the woods

To hide the treasure

Of pirates, kings, and princesses

They rescue damsels in distress

And fight the fierce fire-breathers

Defending the lady’s family

And saving the castle and King Arthur

They sit around the round table

And feast for days

On mutton, venison, and birds

They use their knives to cut the bread

And dip thick chunks in goblets

Of wine and hot chocolate

Before they get too cold

Their fingers too numb to chop the trees

They turn and scramble through the words

Towards the warmth of mother

The promise of a fire

The hope of a real meal.

The war is over.

Comfort is sought.

War is not war that brings you in

That sends you to play in the snow

That encourages you to laugh at the sky

When has it been so?

It is not true war, but a game.

Simply a game.

You taunt the trees

And laugh at the clouds

You bang on the fence posts

And tickle the enemy.

This is not war.

This is a child’s game.

When children play at war

The world is at peace.

When the world is at war

The children stay indoors.

We Are

Man

Alone in a world of men

Afraid of nothing and everything

In a crowd he stands alone

Boys

Woman

The smallest of fights

The biggest of scandals

The smallest of scandals

The biggest of fights

Girls

Child

The world is a stage

To be played with, not caring

Never worrying while playing

A stage is a world

Infant

WE BECOME

Reader

Involved in a world

But never a part of the story

In the story an active role

Creator of worlds

Writer

Listener

Critic of the rhythm

Lover of the lyrics and melody

Thinker of melodious thoughts

His own worst critic

Composer

Consumer

Buys what is in the store

Uses and reuses what is bought

Supplies the world with goods

Makes what is needed

Producer

American

Supports those in power

Keeps the country in check and balance

Elects the officials or becomes one

Keeps the country a country

Citizen