Truer words were never spoken…sorry Ri. :(

Baby, baby
When we first met
I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a ribbon on it
And all of a sudden
You went, left
I didn’t know how to follow
It’s like a shot
That spun me around
And now my heart left
I feel so empty and hollow

[Pre Chorus:]
And I’ll never give myself to another
The way I gave it to you
Don’t even recognize
The ways you hurt me
Do you?
It’s gonna take a miracle to bring me back
And you’re the one to blame

[Chorus:]
And now I feel like, oh
You’re the reason
Why I’m thinking
I don’t wanna smoke on
These cigarettes no more
I guess that’s what I get
For wishful thinking
I should’ve never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
Cause now I’m using like I bleed

It’s like I checked into rehab and
Baby, you’re my disease
It’s like I checked into rehab and
Baby, you’re my disease

I gotta check into rehab
‘Cause baby you’re my disease
I gotta check into rehab
‘Cause baby you’re my disease

[Verse 2:]
Damn,
Ain’t it crazy when you’re love swept?
You’ll do anything for the one you love
‘Cause anytime that you needed me
I’d be there
It’s like you were my favorite drug
The only problem is
That you was using me
In a different way that I was using you
But now that I know, it’s not meant to be
You gotta go, I gotta ween myself off of you

[Pre Chorus:]
And I’ll never give myself to another
The way I gave it to you
Don’t even recognize
The ways you hurt me
Do you?
It’s gonna take a miracle to bring me back
And you’re the one to blame

written by J. Timberlake, T. Mosely, & H. Lane
sung by Rihanna

Words Mean Things

Sometimes people will say things around or to me that will make me cock my head and furrow my brow (sometimes overtly, sometimes not). Last year, about two weeks before Christmas someone said this question to me: “Does your family like you?” Now, to be sure, I have been asked if my family and I get along or how the holidays are with my family or whether or not holidays are pleasant or not at various times; but to my memory I have never been asked if my family LIKED me. And I’ll bet you haven’t either. Think about it. And the question was asked by someone I had known less than six months. This could only mean that something was so evident in my character and personality that my family must not like it(and by association, me). Or that my family was unreasonable. How would they possibly know that? Or maybe it speaks to the other person. Either way, that’s a comment that says something; I’m just not sure what. Words mean things.

This year is the first day of the rest of my (writing)life; unraveling the miseducation of William Visher