Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

Is it time for another country music rant?  Oh, I truly think so:

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/lukebryan/kisstomorrowgoodbye.html

 

"Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye"
All we do right is make love and
We both know now that ain’t enough
Ain’t gonna beg you to stay
Ain't gotta ask you what's wrong
Ain’t no reason running after something already gone
Take off your leavin' dress
Let’s do what we do best
I guess everybody’s got their way of moving on
Girl rest your head one more time in my bed
Love me like you loved me when you loved me
And you didn’t have to try
Let’s lay down tonight
And kiss tomorrow goodbye

Baby who we are just didn’t work
But maybe we can leave with something out of all this hurt
Ain’t gonna beg you to stay
Ain’t gotta ask you what’s wrong
Ain’t no reason running after something already gone
Take off your leavin' dress
Let’s do what we do best
I guess everybody’s got their way of moving on
Girl rest your head one more time in my bed
Love me like you loved me when you loved me
And you didn’t have to try
Let’s lay down tonight
And kiss tomorrow goodbye

Ain’t gonna beg you to stay
Ain’t gotta ask you what’s wrong
Ain’t no reason running after something already gone
Take off your leavin' dress
Let’s do what we do best
I guess everybody’s got their way of moving on
Girl rest your head one more time in my bed
Love me like you loved me when you loved me
And you didn’t have to try
Let’s lay down tonight
And kiss tomorrow goodbye
Kiss tomorrow goodbye.

 

Now why is it that the mere thought of a girl leaving is enough to make her erstwhile partner all hot and bothered?  He doesn't care what's wrong, and doesn't want to talk her out of going...it's just, "Oh, so you're leaving?  OK.  Wanna fuck?"  And, not only, "Wanna fuck," but he wants it like it was in the beginning.  Gee, Sherlock, if I could do that, I probably wouldn't be dead set on leaving!

 

I mean, really!  I have had occasion more than once, in my dim and distant past, to tell a man that it's over, and almost without exception, the response was something to do with sex.  "Just once more, baby, for the memories..."  "Does this mean we won't be having sex any more?"  "Just because you don't love me any more doesn't mean we can't still get it on, right?"

 

OK, a) if I still wanted to have sex with you, I'd probably not be dumping your ass, and b) could you be any more insensitive?  Statements like the above make me wonder what I ever saw in you in the first place.

 

I hear these songs over and over again at work.  My mind picks them apart.  It's a sickness, really...