Oh, for a moment with Avril Lavigne; alternative poster girl for people who were never interested in listening to anything remotely alternative. Today I would like to discuss I’m With You if I may, because it’ll totally help me next time I get drunk and do it on Singstar.
I’m standing on a bridge
I’m waiting in the dark
I thought that you’d be here by now
Huh. How long has that actually been, though? I bet she was fashionably late, in an attempt to be blasé and punk on the subject of this meeting, even though she totally did secretly care OMG. Maybe he got bored waiting and left? Why not text him to ask? It’s 2002, after all.
There’s nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I’m listening but there’s no sound
I hate to be pedantic (I don’t) but technically you should be able to hear the sound of the rain. If not, there might actually be something wrong with you. Other than the obvious.
Isn’t anyone trying to find me?
Apparently not. Maybe you should take the hint.
Won’t somebody come take me home?
What are you, twelve? Take yourself home! You got to this rainy bridge under your own steam, stop bitching and retrace your steps!
It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Deep. If only in the sense that a puddle is deep.
Won’t you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
Woah there, back up. Is this song about internet grooming? She’s gone to meet someone in the dark and the rain, she doesn’t know who they are, but she wants them to take her somewhere new? Avril, this is the WRONG message to send out to the kids. Don’t listen to her, children and young people! It’s cool to have some semblance of personal safety!
I’m looking for a place
I’m searching for a face
Is anybody here I know?
Sounds like the answer to this one might be no. Presumably they’ve all stayed in the house, where it’s warm and dry, and light enough to see faces by.
‘Cause nothing’s going right
And everything’s a mess
And no one likes to be alone
I don’t wish to be unkind, but isn’t that your own fault? If you will bugger off in the middle of the night to meet a stranger from Myspace on a slippery bridge, can you really expect any sympathy?
Av appears to think that you can, and repeats the business about someone finding her and taking her home, before wailing,
Oh why is everything so confusing?!
Maybe I’m just out of my mind?
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHH!
Well hun, I don’t think things are that confusing, actually. You’re probably just over tired – I suggest you go home and have a little sleepy. Things will seem better in the morning.