Pain, in a word or two

Then there are the parties, and the music that say what I don’t want to hear. I’m sick of love songs, so tired of tears. And then there are the calculated toppling-into-someone-else’s-arms moments I can’t say I don’t enjoy.

Then there are the solitary cab rides home after, because I still won’t stay over if I’m not in love, when all taxis play at five in the morning are songs about sadness and loss, songs about us. Songs about how we could have been good together, but I quote, you tore it apart. The songs in cabs in the mornings are all crap, and I want my life back.

[ 30 September 2006 2:27 pm submitted by Unknown ]