Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I loved his secret places but I can't go anymore...

Sometimes a lyric gets stuck in my head that I can't seem to shake. It's been months since I cried and tonight as I drove around town, one song reduced me to tears.

Have you ever had a song that resonated so much that you thought it was written by your evil twin in an attempt to crush you? That's the way this one hit me tonight. I came home and hopped in the shower; no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't shake the feeling of being unclean, impure.

It's that one night all over again, but this time without the strong hand on my back, scotch-infused breathe on my ear, and northern wind on my back. Yes, it does get "so fucking cold."

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