it's funny the wars we choose to fight...

[ashleydadorable]

Two wars in my heart today... The first, a boy thing: what exactly do I feel, and should I address it? The second, a friend thing: does she actually care, and should I address it? As for the second, this song keeps going over and over in my head:

"Ticket Home" by Sandra McCracken

A record store, a familiar place
There are people all around
I'm alone here with the noise in my head
As it mingles with the stereo sound

And there's something in the melody
Of a song that I can barely hear
And it resonates, a place in me
Someplace deeper than the tears

But I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
It calls me, it calls me out of here

This regret feels like wild horses
Rushing over me three times a day
And just when I think I can reconcile it
I'm down again without anything to say

And I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
It calls me, it calls me out of here

I dreamt I saw your face tonight
It's funny the wars we choose to fight
Like knowing something is not right
Or knowing when it is...

I guess the question that remains with me right now is this: WHAT IS RIGHT.... and what is not?