In the no-win relationship, dissatisfaction with the familiar battles fear of the unknown, often to a standoff. From "The Space Between," by The Dave Matthews Band: "The space between/The tears we cry/Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more."
You held me down
I'm at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
Come on, let's bounce
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around, let's look for some common ground
And it's been awhile
Since we dropped our guard and cracked a smile
Don't you think it's overdue? ...
Truly, truly, truly I want you
Things you said that day
Up on the 101
The girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
With a bet about us
You said that you'd take it
As long as I could
I could not erase it
I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you can't hold what I hold dear
Or will I see you, dear, and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
I don't believe you're leaving
'Cause me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream
I think it's that girl
And I think there're pieces of me you've never seen
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen well
China decorates our table
Funny how the cracks don't seem to show
Pour the wine, dear
You say we'll take a holiday
But we never can agree on where to go
As he opens the door, she rolls over
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she's in love with him
Can't find a better man
I've got some imperfections
But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face?
But you always find a way
To keep me right here waiting
Years go by, will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by, if I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my head
Years go by, will I choke on my tears
'Til finally there is nothing left
Went to sleep last night, worked as hard as I can
Bring home my money, you take my money, give it to another man
I should have quit you, baby, such a long time ago
I wouldn't be here with all my troubles, down on this killing floor
But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves
It has too much to do with me
And secretly I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred
Backbeat, the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now