...by ryan adams...
is a reflection on meaningful, romantic relationships.
the girl he (the man in the song) has just met is fantastic, but can't ever measure up to 'chicago,' his last love... because she is all that he thinks about.
he fluctuates, of course.
in the end, he realizes that his present relationship, while not getting him over 'chicago,' has (at least) helped to get him over 'new york'.
he's a rock star, living the rock star life. he's got lots of past lovers, and some stand out more than others. past loves fade, as they no longer desire to connect, so you (eventually) let them go, mentally.
and you always can tap into that, making you wish that you could re-live it.
so..... eventually/realistically, you re-cognize that they have moved-on, which means that you can/should/might/maybe, also.
the suicide talk is (really) just relationship drama. it is a man's way of making himself think that he really, truly, cared soooooooooooo much.
truth is, if he really did, he wouldn't be writing this song.
when you really, really care (unconditionally), you do what it takes to stay in the game.
the song itself is open-hearted genius.
men (who are in rock star mode) can and will take everything that they can get... and "falling in love" is fantastical... until the next hottie wants to give you a lil' sumpin'.
this song, like the eagles' desporado, is the re-cognition of the paradox.
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