Carly Rae Jepsen’s Music Helped Me Stop Apologizing for Being “Too Much”
There is something freeing about being in a ballroom full of people singing about how we all deserve to feel a love that reverberates through the walls of our body.
“Gimmie love, gimmie love, gimmie love, gimmie love. Gimmie touch. ’Cause I want what I want, do you think that I want too much?”
Here’s my number, so call me maybe
Through “Call Me Maybe,” I found joy in the extreme emotions I felt and could sing along to. I found the deep belief that I deserve to be confident about who I am.
“Sometimes I wish that I could change but not for me, for you so we could be together, forever, but I know, I know that I won't change for you ‘cause where were you for me when I needed someone?”
“I don't think I can breathe with the way you let me down. Love is more than telling me you want it. I don't need the words, I want the sound, sound, sound, sound, sound.”
“Party for one, if you don't care about me I'll just dance for myself, back on my beat, I'll be the one. If you don't care about me, making love to myself, back on my beat.”
“When I party, then I party too much, when I feel it, then I feel it too much, when I’m thinking, then I’m thinking too much . . . so be careful if you’re wanting this touch ‘cause if I love you, then I love you too much.”
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