With all this record's density and sappiness, Spiegel wanted to end this record with a tune that just didn't matter that much. At least thematically. "You're Not the One" is intentionally light hearted. It's about loving someone a lot while also fully knowing that the relationship will never work out, and that's ok. It ends with a break up, a shrug, and a hypnotic trumpet blast played by Van Laar above a catchy, gaudy riff. Then it rains, the listener gets to wash off what they just listened to, and walk away, hopefully with a couple of new tunes and insights bouncing around in their head.
"Loved you good for a minute,
I had my eyes closed, but I could trace every web you were spinnin'..."
Lyrics
Loved you good for a minute
I had my eyes closed
But I could trace every web you were spinnin’
Drawing swirls down your spine
Your breath on my neck sends me spinnin’
Sippin’ on something good
Feels so sweet swimmin’ in it
Crystal clear-cut visions of
Freckled sparkling irises
Swaying holding one another
Held fragile, fixed by light kisses
You’re not the one, but you're sure my soul and sun
You’ll be the last one for a while
I know the guns in your drawer
Oil spilled on the floor
for you or me to slither away one day
My friend, I know we’ll meet again
With the taste of wine and vinegar on our lips
But for now, I’ll just sing this song
For folks to groove about the time that we smooched for a bit
Two ships lost at sea
The tongue tied taste of your skin as you look dazed and dazzled at me
The sweet smell of your soul, grips my whole damn body
No need for promises in these rolling waves of reverie
Crystal clear-cut visions of
Freckled sparkling irises
Swaying holding one another
Held fragile, fixed by light kisses
You’re not the one, but you're sure my soul and sun
You’ll be the last one for a while
I know the guns in your drawer
Oil spilled on the floor
for you or me to slither away one day
My friend, I know we’ll meet again
With the taste of wine and vinegar on our lips
But for now, I’ll just sing this song
For folks to groove about the time that we smooched for a bit
Faded memories of your touch
Was it a heartless care?
Was it a dream?
Was it enough?
Salt-stained evergreen sheets
Your old strings on my precious heartbeat
Abandoned wishes curdling my coffee cream
Giving me a place to rest, an idea of some second best
Some lost reality to wrestle with in my dreams
You’re not the one, but you're sure my soul and sun
You’ll be the last one for a while
I know the guns in your drawer
Oil spilled on the floor
for you or me to slither away one day
My friend, I know we’ll meet again
With the taste of wine and vinegar on our lips
But for now, I’ll just sing this song
For folks to groove about the time that we smooched for a bit