Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride...
Let it fall like rain from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Would it help if I turned a sad song on?
"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
Well, whaddaya know? I swear whoever wrote this song had a vision of the future, of me sitting here alone in this house with this bottle of wine and these pictures on my wall and wrote the song...
Mushy mushy mushy mushy - DISGUSTING!
Tomorrow I'll wake up and laugh at this stooopid post.
Tomorrow I'll wake up and go to work and sit there and 'babysit' adults all day when I feel a little like a baby myself (admitting that at the risk of great dishonor).
Tomorrow I'll wake up and feel okay and I'm gonna kick myself for ever allowing mlyself to even feel this way.
Okay, here's a truly scary thought - the possibility of not even waking up and not having the chance to kick myself. So maybe I better do it now, just in case...
And I'm gonna go brush my teeth now.
.....at least I have nice, healthy teeth. There! My silver lining - my healthy, well-looked after, obsessed-over teeth. At least there's something 'good' in me.
Next time I get into a relationship, it's gonna be with my teeth!
I'm also turning off Keith Urban. Doesn't help. Let's switch to Rammstein growling 'te quiero te puta!'
And goodnight, all you putas!