“Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter, it’s never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.”

Holly Miranda performing “Lover You Should’ve Come Over” in my room.

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over comes close to killing me every time. By song’s end I’m exhausted, chasing melodies away like stray cats that scratch the skin so it stings to the touch and scabs slowly.

No other love song describes the twenty-something experience like ‘Lover You Should’ve Come Over.’ Wise beyond his years, Buckley wonders “maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong.” Well yeah, MAYBE YOU ARE!  But Jeff, like me, and like you, doesn’t spend much time on this thought, he quickly turns to flirting, “but tonight you’re on my mind so, you never know.”

And just as his quivering falsetto dismantles your defenses, he slips and admits a bit of truth he hopes you won’t hear, “sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun, and much too blind to see the damage he’s done, sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one.”

We’re all stuck between loyalty and lust; trying to experience youth through promiscuity while spending mornings tending to those we’ve hurt with our actions. But no one expects a happy ending: fairy tales are fake and romantic comedies are for first dates. So we plunge into love, fall in, fall out, “its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter, it’s never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.”

Happy Birthday Jeff Buckley (November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997)