The reality of songs

Somehow... nowadays songs have more meaning to me. I don't know, I feel like I can just identity with them better.

Like Lady Gaga's "Telephone"

Hello, hello, baby you called? I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club, you see
What did you say, huh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy

Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?
You should've made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kinda busy

Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Like Carrie Underwood's "Last Name"

Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of, and I got a little crazy
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor, and I let him call me baby

We left the club right around 3 o'clock in the morning
His Pinto sitting there in the parking lot, well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into, so I blame it on the Cuervo

And I don't even know his last name
My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name


Like Taio Cruz's "Break Your Heart"

Now listen to me baby, before I love and leave you
They call me heart breaker, I don't wanna deceive you
If you fall for me, I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart, told you from the start

I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart