I Want You Back (The Rationale)

In every man's life, there comes a time when he must cover a Michael Jackson song . . . and not only cover the song, but also insert literal interpretations of the lyrics (in monologue form) between the verses.

While that time has not come for you, as of yet, it has come for me.

This is SFW.

I Want You Back (The Rationale)

When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around.
Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd,
but someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took.
Now it's much too late for me to take a second look.

Oh baby, give me one more chance, to show you that I love you.
Won't you please let me back into your heart.
Oh darling, I was blind to let you go,
but now since I see you in his arms, I want you back.

I know I recently indicated that I didn't want you around, 
but I made an error in judgement, 
and now that I know other men find you attractive, 

I want you back.

And you know that I require the opinions of others to validate my own,
and so once I saw you in his arms, I realized:

I want you back.

In short, my dislike of other men touching you
has proven to be a greater motivator than my initial love for you, therefore . . .

I want you back.

It does sound shallow and superficial and selfish when I put it into words,
but though we had no chemistry, I would still rather possess you and lock you away--
like a valuable object-- rather than let you go out with someone who actually loves you.

I want to hoard you.

Thus, I want you back.

You have to see it from my side . . . this is very hard for me.
I mis-estimated your value. 

And I might remind you that I rarely ever hit you.
Barely hit you. Infrequently. No patterns of abuse.

So I want you back.

I don't know how else to explain this, other than the obvious: 
I didn't appreciate you when I had you, but now that I see you with Nathan,
it makes me very jealous, and so in order to spite him, out of spite . . .

I want you back.

Trying to live without your love is one long sleepless night,
Let me show you girl, that I know wrong from right.
Every street you walk on, I leave tear stains on the ground
following the girl I didn't even want around.

Oh baby, give me one more chance, to show you that I love you.
Won't you please let me back into your heart.
Oh darling, I was blind to let you go,
but now since I see you in his arms, I want you back.

Admittedly, two weeks ago, my heart was NOT in this relationship . . .
but things have changed. 

I've had some insomnia, 

I think it's because I don't like imagining you with other men.

So though you show no signs of wanting ME back, 
I have decided that I want YOU back.

And I may have been following you around a bit,
lurking on your street . . . but this was only to indicate how much

I want you back.

I wouldn't even call it stalking, it was barely stalking, no chloroform or duct tape.

Just a pair of binoculars. 

But when I saw you kissing Nathan, I determined that:

I want you back.

What can I say? When you were my girlfriend, I treated you poorly,
but now that I don't have you, 

I really want you back.

And I can't promise I'll be any better, no promises here.

But you have to see where I'm coming from. 
I know you're in love with him, and I know it's a bit late for all this,
and believe me, I realize no one is going to be happy with the solution,
but the only way to set things straight is to leave Nathan
and come back to me, because

I want you back.