Nonsensical

I wish I knew what was going on. Yesterday you said to me that you were the sort of person who loves their girlfriend and wants to be with them but also wants the single life. These days it seems that everything you say has an underlying meaning that I'm somehow supposed to decipher. Then you ask me to come to London after the gig tomorrow to see you, go out. And we all know what happens when we go out in London. I don't know what I'm supposed to think. Especially after the events of Tuesday with everything you said, about relationships. I just wish things made sense.