You Know Me Better Than That

 This was released in 1991 so I personally feel like it can't be old but apparently that's not how music works, so let's talk about it.

Let me get this out there: lyrics, often of songs I actually really like or at least enjoy, get in my head and make me worry. Way more than there's any grounds for.

I think lyrics matter, because people listen to songs and identify with them and adopt their ethos, so if we're talking about lyrics that, say, discuss keying a car's paint or stalking someone, we can get into how it's both a result of and a continuation of a cultural zeitgeist, but this blog isn't about that (although I might talk about it because I think about it).

This is about me getting annoyed that George Strait is describing the narrator of his song being hard to get along with, and rather than work on his problems (okay it's 1991) he just grumbles about his current partner being someone he has to hide them from and wishing he was still with the partner who put up with them.

Okay, that's a thick ramble so if you're not lost yet, the song is You Know Me Better Than That by George Strait and part of the lyrics go like this:

"You know me better than that,
You know the me that gets lazy and fat.
How moody I can be,
All my insecurities.
You've seen me lose all my charm,
You know I was raised on a farm.
She tells her friends I'm perfect and that I love her cat,
But you know me better than that."

Okay lets focus on on "how moody I can be" and "lose all my charm."

Does this sound to y'all like a man that has tantrums, because it sounds to me like a man that has tantrums.

And I'm thinking, this is why whoever he is singing the song to left in the first place.

Bonus: he goes on to say he misses "picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beer" and that he "caught" the new partner "with a copy of Bride Magazine, starin' at dresses and pickin' out rings."

Duuuuuude please tell this woman the truth, that you don't like any of the things she likes, OR her cat, before she finds out the truth herself. Please.