So I'm listening to Taylor Dayne for the first time in 25+ years, thinking it's going to be a lovely journey into nostalgia, and the lyrics are lovely - I'm thinking to myself, "of course this is why you grew up to be a Poly-person"... " Saying goodbye is never an easy thing / but you never said you'd stay forever / So if you must go / Darling I'll set you free.. ." Great stuff. But then it immediately downshifts into fantasy. "Love wilI lead you back into my arms where you belong." No. I've never been under the impression that any of my loves would come back. " You'll walk out this door (yes) But someday you'll walk back in (no)." No, Darling. I don't know that this will be. I've had my heart broken into a bunch of pieces, little and big. Sometimes I did it to myself, sometimes not. Never though, no matter how much I've wanted it, was I ever under the impression that they were coming back. Even when ...
Just the random shit that drives me crazy from time to time...