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(20) - interpretation 0.2

DO I WANNA KNOW?
--my kind of interpretation of Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

It's always AM when the thought you crawls back into my mind. Maybe it's on my third glass or maybe the fourth one, I'm not sure enough. The world turns blur and I'm somewhere between sober and tipsy. Or maybe I'm drunk? Blah, I don't know. I might be. The crowd's full of strange faces and the music's too loud. The atmosphere smells like cigarette and some boy musk that I don't really like, the air's too hot that it almost feel like the whole ground's burning but it seems like the only thing that the crowd notice's the music.

In the dim light, my gaze can find you everywhere ; on the corner of the room, hooking up with some girls that you just met five minutes ago ; sitting by the table, throwing stupid jokes and flirty smile because you're sure as hell about your charms ; near the exit door, whispering slowly on strange ears, offering to drive them home safely. Some part of me that haven't lose its sanity knows that those images are just some stupid pictures that my subconscious made. You're not here, not in this stupid Pub on the side of the town. You're probably somewhere, somewhere with bigger crowd and heavier music. No, no, you're not here. Not anymore.

It's always AM when I became pathetic—wondering whether on your third or fourth glass you will wonder about me. Wondering whether I'm one of those people that you will call when you're drunk because on my ground it's always been you everytime. Whether it's my second or seventh glass. And I often wonder whether there's a part of you that wants me to crawl back to those days because for hell sake, I wouldn't mind crawling back as long as you want the same thing. But instead of saying this out loud, I'm stuck in the crowd, sipping on my countless drink with my head as heavy as my heart.

In the dim light, I imagine your stupid face with stupid little blush on your cheeks. I heard you find someone already. I don't know whether it's true or whether it's just some rumor that my subconscious made when I'm not sober enough. There's always a part of me that hoping you will stay but the exit door was open and you were pleased to leave. I'm not the type of person who'd love to beg someone to stay so I push the door even wider and encourage you to leave if that's what you want. I just never thought that my decision will bring me tons of sleepless night and more nights when my friends drive me home at 4 because I'm too wasted to even drive my own self home.

It's always AM and It's been tons of lonely midnight that I passed. And every so often at night, I meet some faces that try to offer me a home. Maybe it's a temporary one, or maybe they too are looking for an escape –we all want to run away from the world every once in a while. But I never really like that idea of falling into some other arms rather than yours. I don't know, it almost feel like I'm too busy being yours that I don't need to fall for somebody new. I've thought it through though.

In the dim light, a pretty little question keeps popping on my mind. It's about you and your stupid little brain and everytime I'm somewhere between sober and drunk the word screams in my head—is this feelings flows both way? Is this feeling flows both way? Do you feel the same?—the voice and the words and all the feelings keep screaming and crying and bothering me in my mind even after my seventh and eighth glass. I could just easily dial your number and ask you those question to shut the voices up, but the real question is do I want to know the answer?

Do i?

I don't think I do.

*.*.*

Do I wanna know?

        If this feelings flows both way.

                 Sad to see you go, sorta hoping that you'd stay.

                                       Baby we both know, that the nights are mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow days.

        Crawling back to you.

                        Ever thought of calling when you had a few? Cause I always do.

                                        Maybe I'm too busy being being y o u r s to fall for somebody n e w.

      Now I've thought it through,

                                          crawling back to you.

— lyrics from Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys in which I think Alex wrote this—or even the entire album—for Alexa Chung because the whole album sound so much like he's missing her. I don't know though. It's just my amateur opinion.