A Line-By-Line Analysis of “Can’t Feel My Face” by The Weeknd

July 14, 2015 / by / 1 Comment

The Weeknd has officially made himself the frontrunner to win Song of The Summer honors with his latest single, “Can’t Feel My Face.” The soon-to-be number one song is the musical equivalent of rolling on molly, with all of the catchiness of “Uptown Funk” plus a splash of Michael Jackson style. The song is so infectious, in fact, it’s easy to forget that it has lyrics with supposed meaning. National Ave is here to make sure that doesn’t happen to you.

Here is National Ave‘s line-by-line analysis of The Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face”:

And I know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb
And she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come

A modern day Romeo, The Weeknd has opted for love over death. He sees nothing but despair in his future, but he has vowed to never shake from his path – knowing loving his dream woman will be the only thing capable of giving him satisfaction.

But at least we’ll both be beautiful and stay forever young
This I know, yeah, this I know

So she’s magic. The Weeknd is in love with a literal wizard who has harnessed the power of The Fountain of Youth. While it is unclear who this woman is, the one true certainty is that it is not Lana Del Rey. UNLESS “Young and Beautiful” was a carefully planned statement meant to deceive investigators who may suspect her of wizardry. She doesn’t actually care what will happen when she’s no longer young and beautiful because that day will never come. Very clever, Lana. Very clever indeed. BUT NOT CLEVER ENOUGH.

[Pre-Chorus]
She told me, “Don’t worry about it”
She told me, “Don’t worry no more”

Nope, it’s definitely not Lana. Lana del Rey is capable of a lot of things – comparing her genitals to Pepsi Cola, permanently living in a state of impersonating Marilyn Monroe singing “Happy Birthday” to JFK, wizardry maybe – but being encouraging in any way is not one of those things. In fact, if you had to pick one thing that Lana Del Rey did perfectly, it would be worry. Lana Del Rey worries like she’s the miraculously hot child of Gus from Recess and Debbie Downer.

So The Weeknd has become enraptured with a soothing wizard woman who will soon end his life but definitely isn’t Lana Del Rey. Maybe this woman is ultimately good for The Weeknd. Maybe they’re soulmates that have been cast into the pitfalls of a tragic inevitability.

We both know we can’t go without it
She told me you’ll never be alone, oh, oh, woo

At least she reciprocates The Weeknd’s feelings. Sure, she’s a little controlling, but she loves him too. This is good. This is healthy. I support this couple.

[Chorus]
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh

So we may have been a little too quick to ship this couple. We here at National Ave are not experts on love, but I don’t remember there being a scene in Must Love Dogs in which John Cusack LITERALLY LOSES THE ABILITY TO EXPERIENCE TACTILE SENSATION IN HIS FACE. Someone needs to save The Weeknd from this evil wicken woman…But maybe we can wait until after the chorus repeats one more time.

[Verse 2]
And I know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb
And she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come

The Weeknd is in serious danger with this woman – if that’s even what we’re going to call the inhuman beast that’s trying to steal the greatest hitmaker since Pitbull.1 He has already lost the feeling in his face, what’s next? Complete paralysis? Is The Weeknd dating the human incarnation of Shelob? SAM! SAAAAMMM!

All the misery was necessary when we’re deep in love
This I know, girl, I know

This is classic Stockholm Syndrome. The Weeknd is so deep in the trappings of this magically deadly relationship that he thinks it has to be this way. Somebody needs to find The Weeknd a nice, non-wizard woman who doesn’t possess the desire to strip him of his sense of touch. Does anyone have Lana Del Rey’s number? More importantly, does The Weeknd like the taste of Pepsi?

[Pre-Chorus]
She told me, “Don’t worry about it”
She told me, “Don’t worry no more”

WORRY, MR. THE WEEKND. You need to worry. This succubus is literally draining the life from your body, section by section. If this isn’t something to worry about, I don’t know what is.

We both know we can’t go without it
She told me you’ll never be alone, oh, oh, woo

This is a lot less endearing now that it’s clear this is less of a “tragic, forbidden love” situation and more of a “murderous siren luring in a poor, oddly groomed victim” kind of deal. She clearly didn’t say, “You’ll never be alone.” She said, “You’ll never be alone.” *Creepy eyebrow raise*

[Chorus]
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh

Must. Fight. Urge. To. Dance. And. Save…BUT I LOVE IT. OH GOD, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I will certainly mourn his death, but if this was the sacrifice that needed to happen for this song to exist, I’m okay with it.

On the plus side, rumor has it that “Can’t Feel My Face” is, according to tumblr, “TOTALLY GIVING ME LIFE. #YAAAAAAASSSS.” The Weeknd will die so betches can live. He’s basically Jesus.

[Pre-Chorus]
She told me, “Don’t worry about it”
She told me, “Don’t worry no more”
We both know we can’t go without it
She told me you’ll never be alone, oh, oh, woo

Oh The Weeknd, you poor, brilliant fool. You have no idea what hell you’ve wrought upon yourself. Not only will this sultry sorceress be the death of you, but she’s inspired you to craft a siren song of your own – a tune so powerfully catchy, all of your could-be saviors are entrapped in a funky, dance-fueled hypnosis. God, this was her plan all along. Damn you, you treacherous siren!!! And thank you.

[Chorus]
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh

I love it too. We all do. We’ll miss you, The Weeknd.