Love Screws Me Up
 
(Rick Springfield)


It's no big deal 
Not worth the trouble
This serves the last time
I walk out of the rubble
I watch my heart
in your delicate hands
slammed against my kitchen wall
It bursts like a bubble
I look in the mirror and I see
the living, breathing proof
and I think it's time that I, 
That I face the truth

Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up
Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up

Love Potion #9, 
shucks I must have missed it
Jesus tell me is that
what got me so twisted
and all the hippies and the magazines and  tv
keep selling true love
Like it really existed 
I want to drink from that picture perfect loving cup
but I'm only human
So I fuck it up

Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up
Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up

Oh, love screws me up
And our little thing 
shot down before it starts
swept up in the cans and the bottles and the busted hearts

Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up
Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up
Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up
Love (na, na, na, na, na, na ,na, na, na)
Screws me up
(repeat na, na's)

Song Facts: This can be found on the Ltd edition of s/d/a/a.

Rick played most of this song in Milwaukee on 5/7/04 (and it ROCKED)

 

According to US

I'm just going to throw this thought out there – anyone else think this one should have been titled Sex Screws Me Up? Show of hands -
Ok, what about the line "slammed against my kitchen wall, it burst like a bubble"- anyone think of the pickle jar/arrest incident? Show of hands -
Now that I've got that off my chest and put my thoughts right out there, you'd be surprised to hear that I like this song, right? Well dammit, I do. It's a shame that I know so much about this man that I have to fill my brain with all the nonsense that he's done because this song friggin' rocks. If you can convince me it's not autobiographical, well then I'm buying you a damn drink. Right after I go pick up the stool from You & Me that Rick has unceremoniously thrown across the kitchen/stage like a bad-ass Rock Star.
I'm starting to believe though, after reading some of my past reviews of the RS catalog, the songs that have breathing, or lots of repeated-ness in the chorus (such as the na, na, nahs in this one) rank pretty high on my scale of favorites. It doesn't take much to make me like it a lot, apparently. Just give me a good beat and make it easy to dance to, and I'm in the record books like so many American Bandstand kids before me. - Michelle

Footnote - background picture was taken in Milwaukee, WI 5/07/04 by Renata Hearn during the performance of this song (with the help of the lyrics)