Gin and Tonic love affairs…without the Queen of Hearts.

For some night owls who can’t sleep through the night, melatonin does help, but past haunts the present and in dreams—and it’s keeping you awake. All the while heartbroken from a past love, these feelings are submerged with drinks and another warm body for distraction. Wake up and repeat with the same vicious cycle— so why not jam out while you’re in it?

 

I knew you had a past too…of love long gone.

The more you seek intimacy, the further it will end in deprivation. Finding someone will only leave you to meet another broken soul. Dating and affectionate exchanges are all in vain in today’s world—using each other for the night to temporarily mend an aching heart. If you catch yourself feeling this way, this is a song for you.

 
It was clear we were using each other to get over our respective past loves, except I ended up catching feelings—a vicious cycle of the pattern I’ve come to know all too well.
— The Mayblues, Buzz Music

A farewell we knew too well, no escape. Was our love misplaced?

We tend to intentionally turn a blind eye to a relationship’s inevitable end and instead enjoy its present intimacy. Was there an expiration date or did I conveniently let love get away out of fear? Regret and nostalgia are potent emotions that always seem to arise when you drive alone late at night—wondering what could’ve been. Don’t you wish things ended differently?

 
Relationships that end due to circumstances while both people are in love can be the most haunting—no closure, and constantly wondering if things could’ve been different.
— The Mayblues, CLOUT

It's so easy to stay home in bed all day. All alone.

Helplessly sinking into bed from the crushing weight of depression. Endlessly scrolling through your phone to numb yourself. Desperately avoiding the ever-present loneliness by sleeping your life away.

 
The familiar feelings of loss, yearning and I’m falling deeper and can’t get up are pronounced. But who did what to who that caused this slumbering melancholy?
— Walter Price, Global Texan Chronicles