J takes a deep breath. After the exhale, he says, “Okay. This is called ‘Still in Love with You.’”
I tried not thinking of you
cause the thought was a truck
parked uphill, handbrake almost loose
keys still in the lock
I know that it’s been years since we were through
But I’m still in love with you
I tried not thinking of you
Cause you were an empty casket
A silhouette outlined with chalk
covered by a blanket
a crime scene I keep returning to
I’m still in love with you
And when you try to not think of something
You can only think of that thing
The one thing people tell me I shouldn’t do
But I don’t care what they say
I no longer want to be saved
there’s not a cure in this world I wouldn’t refuse
If I go down at least I want to go down with you
I know that it’s been years since we were through
But I’m still in love with you
I can’t stop thinking of you
He repeats the last chorus once, twice. George looks like he is struggling to breathe. Lisbet looks as if she doesn’t know whether to be angry or pleased. Tom is glaring at him—What are you doing? V is glancing around at other people’s reactions. He’s still playing, so they haven’t hit that moment yet, where people will either applaud or not. In his heart, J knows he can’t stop. No one is laughing—at least he’s honored that request—but no one is smiling, either.
So J keeps playing. He makes it look like the song hasn’t ended. He changes his chords around. He reaches for something, anything, that can give him an exit from this moment.
And then, God help him, recalling the song that brought George and Lisbet so much joy two weddings ago, he starts singing Shania Twain’s “You’re Still the One.”
He actually starts on the second verse, because he doesn’t remember there’s a first verse.
Looks like we made it
Look how far we’ve come, my baby
Since his recollection of the lyrics is fuzzy at best, it comes out as:
