Latest Disaster
Stroke 9 Lyrics

We met one Monday night where my friend bar tends
We first met each other on a Monday night when I went to the bar where my friend works as a bartender

And always gives me drinks for free.
My friend always gives me free drinks whenever I visit the bar

I caught you staring,
I noticed that you were looking at me with attention

Or were you comparing the guy you were talking with to me.
I wondered if you were comparing the guy that you were talking with to me

Then you said: "This place is dead, and this drink is going to my head.
Then you expressed your opinion that the bar was dull and the drink that you had was making you feel dizzy

Take me home." I will, if you chill, there's still time to kill
You asked me to take you to your home, and I agreed on the condition that you relax since there was still enough time to have fun

And this night just started looking better.
I could see that the night was turning out to be exciting and enjoyable

She bought herself a guitar, and she learned a few chords.
Later, she purchased a guitar and learned to play a few chords

She wrote me a song that goes like this:
She wrote a song and dedicated it to me, and the song lyrics were as follows:

"Get out, get dressed, you're just like the rest,
She advised me to leave and change myself since I was not unique

There's only one thing you're after.
According to her opinion, my intention had only one motive

You're still the same self-centered bastard.
She criticized me for still being a selfish person

You stay out all night with your shady friends just getting plastered.
She blamed me for spending the entire night with my suspicious buddies and getting drunk

This relationship's just my latest disaster.
Finally, she considered our relationship as her most recent failure

I thought that I was doing everything right
I had the belief that I was correctly fulfilling every need of my partner

And giving her everything she needs.
And providing her with what she required from me

But I wake up one morning
However, one day, I woke up to a surprise

And all that she's left is a break-up note that reads:
She had only left a note that conveyed the message of breaking up

You don't, and you won't ever see my side of things
She believed that I would not be able to understand her points of view

Ah come on. I would, if I could,
I tried explaining that I was willing to understand her viewpoint

But everything I thought was good would just upset her.
However, everything that I considered as rightful actions would annoy her instead

Our points of view will never meet.
Thus our opinions and desires would never match each other

I always miss what's incomplete.
I had the habit of failing to notice the inadequacy of certain situations