Foreshadowing?
Saturday while I was at the apartment with the family packing up I turned on my computer. Would you expect any less of me? ;) Anyway, I was in the mood for a little Jimmy Eats World so I opened up my media player. I'm generally a fan of the random setting because I like to be surprised by the next song that comes on. When you reopen the player it generally has the last song played highlighted. Imagine my shock when I opened my player to find this song highlighted:
Mr. Ambulance Driver~The Flaming Lips
Waiting... for the ambulance to come
Hoping that it doesn't come... to late
Hearing the sirens in the distance
Hold on help... Is on the way
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm right here beside her
Tho I'll live some how I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm not a real survivor
Wishing that i was the one that...wasn't gonna be here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
Oh...we can't trade places
Our lives our strangely all alone
Mr. Ambulance Driver
Tell Me...for everyone that dies someone new is born
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm right here beside her
And tho I'll live some how I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm not a real survivor
Cause I'm wishing that i was the one that...wasn't gonna be here anymore
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm right here beside her
And tho I'll live some how I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm not a real survivor
Cause I'm wishing that i was the one that...wasn't gonna be here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
(Waiting for the ambulance to come, who who whooo)x2
Mr. Ambulance Driver
This is spooky because it is probably the last song played before my accident.
More news about that night:
I talked to Tara tonight (finally). Last Monday I was looking through my last calls (it holds a lot and remember, I haven't been using the phone) and I noticed that on December 31st at 2:17 AM I received a call from Tara. We talked about 8 minutes. That basically means she was the last person I talked to before the accident (not counting Susie). Susie has no clear idea of what I was trying to do that night. I was hoping I told Tara what was going through my drunk muddled mind. However, what she had to say was even less helpful. She called to ask for my address because a Christmas card had been returned to her. Yes, she was drunk too. She said that I was crying, VERY upset, and I told her I was stranded somewhere. I wanted HER to come pick me up. Um, Tara lives in northern Virginia. That speaks very highly of my state of mind huh? She could tell I was trashed because I was slurring heavily but she had no way of knowing I was home, NOT stranded. GOD I WISH I KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT WHERE I WANTED TO GO THAT NIGHT!
"That night" will forever remain a mystery to all of us . . . .
Mr. Ambulance Driver~The Flaming Lips
Waiting... for the ambulance to come
Hoping that it doesn't come... to late
Hearing the sirens in the distance
Hold on help... Is on the way
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm right here beside her
Tho I'll live some how I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm not a real survivor
Wishing that i was the one that...wasn't gonna be here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
Oh...we can't trade places
Our lives our strangely all alone
Mr. Ambulance Driver
Tell Me...for everyone that dies someone new is born
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm right here beside her
And tho I'll live some how I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm not a real survivor
Cause I'm wishing that i was the one that...wasn't gonna be here anymore
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm right here beside her
And tho I'll live some how I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver
I'm not a real survivor
Cause I'm wishing that i was the one that...wasn't gonna be here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
The one that isn't here anymore
(Waiting for the ambulance to come, who who whooo)x2
Mr. Ambulance Driver
This is spooky because it is probably the last song played before my accident.
More news about that night:
I talked to Tara tonight (finally). Last Monday I was looking through my last calls (it holds a lot and remember, I haven't been using the phone) and I noticed that on December 31st at 2:17 AM I received a call from Tara. We talked about 8 minutes. That basically means she was the last person I talked to before the accident (not counting Susie). Susie has no clear idea of what I was trying to do that night. I was hoping I told Tara what was going through my drunk muddled mind. However, what she had to say was even less helpful. She called to ask for my address because a Christmas card had been returned to her. Yes, she was drunk too. She said that I was crying, VERY upset, and I told her I was stranded somewhere. I wanted HER to come pick me up. Um, Tara lives in northern Virginia. That speaks very highly of my state of mind huh? She could tell I was trashed because I was slurring heavily but she had no way of knowing I was home, NOT stranded. GOD I WISH I KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT WHERE I WANTED TO GO THAT NIGHT!
"That night" will forever remain a mystery to all of us . . . .