May 2008 Little Miss Obsessive
Ashlee Simpson Woah, Woah, (the side of your bed is still mine)
Woah, Woah, (the side of your bed is still mine)
Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything's such a blur, it didn't come out right.
All of the sudden it's cold and we're falling apart.
No this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like i'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.
Woah, Woah,(the side of your bed is still mine)
Woah, Woah,(the side of your bed is still mine)
I've never been a fan of long good-byes.
I'm at the finish line and you're just way too far behind.
In the morning I got in a fight with myself, I got the bruises to prove it.
Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like i'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.
No.
It's like a fairy tale without a happy ending (happy ending).
But then again maybe we are just pretending.
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care.
And I guess we're really over, but come over, i'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it, oh.
Little miss (Woah), little miss (Woah), little miss Woah), little miss obsessive.
Little miss (Woah), little miss (Woah), little miss Woah), little miss obsessive.
Late night you make me feel like i'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.
Woah, Woah, (the side of your bed is still mine)
Woah, Woah, (the side of your bed is still mine)
I picked this because this song describes my personality to a point (to a lot of points) and kind of describes where I'm at right now. Plus I find it a really beautiful, really powerful song.
I know it's a little dorky to like Ashlee Simpson, especially since that whole lip-syncing debacle of SNL a few years back (and I still defend her because she has acid reflux... and so do I). But I can't help it. It's the same reason I like Britney Spears. And that reason is... well, I've yet to actually find a reason, but when I do, I'll let you know.
Anyway, this is my favorite song of the moment and I'm loving it and refuse to apologize for it. So there music snobs. I am, most of the time a little snobby with my own music, I have a distaste for people that only listen to the top 40. I feel that music is a language that everyone can understand and the beat and the melody can move you to tears and strike such an emotion. I also feel that listening solely to what is on Top 40 stunts this emotional experience and leads to just one more symptom of 'follower' behavior. You should have an opinion and a taste in music. And if you're a true music lover, you love all music and respect it all.
And that concludes tonight's lecture
July 2008