Unwritten Law – “Save Me”
What’s going on with the characters while this song plays (in my head) while I write about them:
Jack – Standing on the roof of his apartment building wondering if it would be the fall or impact that kills him.
Omar – In a heroin haze, he has a vision of what it would feel like to die and as the dream-like black curtain shrinks slowly to a small round circle before closing into perfect darkness signaling the end, he smiles and closes his eyes.
Erica – Walking home with post break-up conquest number 7 under her belt, she thinks and cries and laughs and wonders, “how the fuck did I end up here and when will I hate myself enough to be able to take control and to leave this fantasy and return to some semblance of who I used to be?”.
Nikki – Without her sister or her friends to take care of she realizes how much of herself she has let go in her quest to “always be there for others”.
Chris – Sitting in the shadows on the curb outside Holly’s apartment building getting high and drunk, he wishes he had the guts to walk up to her door and tell her how much of an asshole she is for once again wringing the life out of him with every pleasure filled moan most likely induced by the stranger he saw her walk in with not more than 10 minutes previous.
Cynthia – After losing what she thought was her dream job, Cynthia avails herself to any girl who will take her and any wine bottle that needs emptying and in doing so can’t get the thought of how it all used to be worth something and now, for whatever reason – maybe because her dream job wasn’t the dream it was dreamt to be, maybe because she never thought past the next weekend and the next celebrity story – it isn’t.
I think the lyrics lay it out pretty well:
“Had a bad day, don’t talk to me, gonna ride this out. My little black heart, breaks apart, with your big mouth. I’m sick, of my sickness, don’t touch me, you’ll get this. I’m useless, lazy, perverted and you hate me…You can’t save me, you can’t change me. Well, I’m waiting for my wake up call, everything, everything’s my fault.”
Love how Scott just stands there, hands in pockets, and sings it out: