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Unfounded sentimentality

Why Did You Mess With Forever
John Mayer

I came by to get my things
Thank you for getting the door
But I don't feel right walking in no more
You think it's cold I did my crying at home
But I'm numb now, I'm numb now

Before I'm on my way
I've one more thing to ask
Was it worth the price you paid
For my never coming back

Why did you mess with forever?
Such a long time to be unkind
Why did you mess with forever?

Don't you call me cruel
Cruel's what you're making me do
I stick to my rules
I'm at odds with me now
So stay, don't go ahead and stay

Before I'm on my way
I've one more thing to ask
Was it worth the price you paid
For my never coming back

Why did you mess with forever?
Such a long time to be unkind
Why did you mess with forever?

You asked to kiss me once goodbye
But you already did
On somebody else's lips

Tell the tiny chemicals
The ones you hold responsible
They lost me
You lost me

Now everything inside me tells me I should run to you and throw my arms around you
Hold your steamin, crying cheek against my own and tell you nothing's wrong
But wrong is what you were when you forgot that
We were going on
We were going on
We were going on

Tell me why did you, why did you mess with forever?
What a long time be unkind
Why did you mess with forever?


I've always liked sad songs. My favorites include the John Mayer song above, and 'I'm Gonna Find Another You', 'Dreaming With a Broken Heart', 'Gravity', 'Daughters', and 'Comfortable', all him as well. Then there's 'Ghost' by the Indigo Girls, and 'Blame it on my Youth', by Jaime Cullum. Among the oldies, there's 'You Don't Know Me' -- I especially favor the Diana Krall and Ray Charles duet, Frank Sinatra's version of 'Didn't We', 'One For My Baby (and One More for the Road)' and 'I Get Along Without You Very Well'. There's more, but these are all that come to mind at the moment.

I really don't know why. Maybe it's because I still fawn over love and relationships like a 15-year old -- and I mean 'a 15-year old' when 15-year olds weren't noisy (at least not as noisy as the ones today, not to mention extremely bad-mouthed), shabbier dressed, and less devious versions of the out-to-get-some-cunt college (and older) boys nowadays.

(Smacks himself on the head)

Okay, enough with the mush already.


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