*sigh*
This song, it sends knives of longing through my gut. It wants to make me do so many crunches that I throw up. Which is never pleasant...
Softly Now,
You owe it to the world
And everyone knows that you're my favourite girl
But there's some things in life that are not meant to be
I'm not meant for you and your not meant for me
Here's to our problems
And here's to our fights
Here's to our achings
And here's to you having a Good life
From Me
Good Life
Softer Now,
You owe it to yourself
And don't think that you will be left on the shelf
Cause there's someone for you and there's someone for me
Like me you'll meet them eventually
Here's to your lover
And here's to my wife
Here's to your children and here's to you having a good life
From Me
Good Life
Baby Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby
Louder Now,
You've lost all your pain
You're married with children and happy again
And now I'm regretting the move that I made
Fatal mistakes are so easily made
Enough of my problems they only cause fights
Forget that I rang you
And promise you'll have such a
Beautifully happy and painlessly romantic
Good life
From Me
Good Life
It's not just a song for Heather, it's a song that reminds me of all the women that I've been stupid about. All the ones that I could have been happy with, if only I had let myself be happy. If only I had let myself believe that I might deserve happiness. But, then, I'm making that decision that it's all over with now. As much as I wish that she would email me, or send me a letter, I suppose that last text message she sent me says it all. But then, the song says it all for me. I hope they are all happy. Because, I'm trying to be. weird.
Ah well. I suppose it's time for me to go and get another cup of coffee, and start assembling this weight bench. At last, I will be able to work myself out into insensibility, getting so tired that I can ignore the ghosts of the past. Stop listening to the Ghost of You...