What Doesn't Belong To Me.

A reader sent me to find a Sinead O'Connor song not too long ago, and I recently downloaded it. It's perfect:

...Because of all the pain
I miss you, but I'm glad you're gone
I want you but I'm not alone
I'm haunted by you
But I'll get you gone if it takes me all my life long
Take back the pain you gave me
Take back what doesn't belong to me
Take back the shame you gave me
Take back what doesn't belong to me...

Take back the rage you gave me
Take back the hatred you gave me for me
Take back the anger that nearly killed me
Take back what doesn't belong to me
And real love requires you
Give up those loves
That you think you love best
Love put you through the test
And only loyal love will bring me happiness

I've got a new part time job, and it means that a couple of days a week, I am off limits to him, and so is all my stuff. He's got to find his own ride to and from work, and it's doing me a world of good. I'm awfully tired of having to think about what he's going to need from me next. Even having just a few days of only having to worry about myself is wonderful.

He has a job interview today. We'll see how it goes.

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Now playing: Sinéad O'Connor - What Doesn't Belong to Me
via FoxyTunes

How To Be Dead.

Mormonesque turned me on to this Snow Patrol song while we were on our road trip. Here's the lyrics:

Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth
No you don' tknow what happened
And you never will if
You don't listen to me while I talk to this wall
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall
Where you've had me for hours
Till I'm sure what I want
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before
So sweetheart tell me what's up
I won't stop
No way

Please keep your hands down
And stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice
It's a simple suggestion. Can you give me some time?
So just say yes or no.
Why can't you shoulder the blame?
Cause both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both.
You're a big boy now, so let's not talk about growth.
You've not heard a single word I have said...
Oh My God.

Please take it easy, it can't all be my fault.
I haven't made half the mistakes
That you've listed so far
Oh baby let me explain something
It's all down to drugs
At least I remember taking, and not a lot else.
It seems I've stepped over lines
You've drawn again and again,
But if the ecstasy's in the wit is definitely out.
Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde,
for my pride.

Isn't it perfect? Isn't it just fucking perfect? It's like a conversation we would have. The best parts are those about drugs, Dr. Jekyll and Hyde, pride, the "Oh My God," and the shoulders. It's perfect.

I read it as a recount of a conversation between two people. It pleases me.

Also today I'm listening to Wilco and Ryan Adams. Question sent me two cds yesterday, and they're both the first ones these guys recorded after kicking heroin (beating a dead horse just occurred to me as extremely funny. If heroin is a horse, I'd beating it. If it's a dead horse, I'm still beating it. Hah). It's good music with just the right bittersweet melancholy, and I'll always listen to it with the memory of her sweet note.

I love everybody!