Band members:
Brian Joyce / Guitar & Vocals
Matt Chila / Guitar & Vocals
Kyle Bell / Bass
Luke Smartnick / Drums
Take Me
Major League Lyrics
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and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums trying to understand your logic
And you know I'm scared to death
To know this was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
We sat through your lectures of bullshit
And now I'm bored to death in this waiting room
These smoke and mirrors are suffocating
So here you go
You get what you've earned
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums
I try to understand your logic
But now I think it's safe to say
It was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
So here I'm sitting on the edge of my seat
Trying to find the right words to say
Why don't you shut your mouth and listen
I'm sorry but all your smoke and mirrors were suffocating
(were suffocating)
So here we go now
(So here we go now)
You get what you've earned
(You get what you've earned)
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
You're lacking in a little something we call heart
(You're lacking in a little something we call heart)
Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
You're lacking in a little something we call heart
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
The lyrics of Take Me by Major League describe a relationship that has ended, leaving the singer with nothing but memories and a half-hearted song to remember their former partner by. The singer seems to be bitter and resentful towards their ex, accusing them of being selfish and having a mid-life crisis. They express frustration at having to sit through their former partner's lectures and promises that were never kept. The chorus of the song features the singer promising to send photos of clear skies to their ex, indicating that they have moved on and are now enjoying a new chapter in their life. The song ends with the singer telling their ex to stay in touch by writing, but not to call because they lack "heart."
The lyrics of the song suggest that the singer is still hurt by the breakup and resentful towards their ex. They seem to be struggling to move on and are clinging onto their anger as a way of coping with the pain. The use of clear skies as a metaphor for a fresh start implies that the singer is trying to find a way to move on and start over without their ex. However, they also seem to be holding onto the past and still feel a sense of bitterness towards their former partner.
Line by Line Meaning
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
Only a fraction of the problems you caused still haunt me
and this half assed song to remember you by
This mediocre song is all that's left to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
I'll send you pictures of how much better my life is without you
Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums trying to understand your logic
I'm trying my best to make sense of your illogical behavior
And you know I'm scared to death
I'm terrified of the emotional damage you caused
To know this was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
Your poor treatment of me was just you trying to figure out your own problems
We sat through your lectures of bullshit
Endured your lies and excuses
Six promises never kept
You made many promises that you never followed through on
And now I'm bored to death in this waiting room
I'm exhausted from waiting for you to change and seeing no improvement
These smoke and mirrors are suffocating
Your deception and trickery make it hard to breathe
So here you go
This is the result of your actions
You get what you've earned
You are reaping what you sowed
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
You made everything fall apart quickly
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I won't waste any more of my time on you, even if we see each other
Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
I want to keep tabs on you, but only from a distance
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
I don't want to speak to you because I don't trust your intentions
You're lacking in a little something we call heart
You don't have the capacity for empathy or genuine emotion
Contributed by Ruby L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.