Fair
"It's a 'dig-me-and-all-my-pain' type of song. Definitely for the self-destructive romantic person. It came from a newspaper article
concerning a domestic dispute which wound up in a death."
-Ben
He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through the yard
And she shattered her last china plate
And spun off in the car
When he lunged onto the hood
She stopped to tell him she'd been wrong
He was thrown head over heels
Into the traffic coming on
But then all is fair
In love
Did you get my other letters
Sometimes I think I oughta call
Cuz you know I often
Wonder if you open them at all
Every couple nights or so
You know you pop into my dreams
I just can't get rid of you
Like you got rid of me
Oh, but I send my best
Cuz God knows you've seen my worst
But then all is fair
In love
All this breathing in,
Never breathing out,
All this breathing in,
Never breathing out...
I guess she made her way
Through the mob too late to hear him say
That he'd gotten all he wanted
A crowd to watch him bear the pain
He'd been keeping in
So what?
All is fair in love...
Written by Ben Folds.
Appears on WAEA.
