It's sitting by the overcoat,
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else but you,
Cuz you won't turn away
When someone else is gone

I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
It's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way, no

[chorus]

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always ain't that right

Well I'm surprised that you'd believe
In any thing that comes from me
I didn't hear from you or from someone else
And you're so
Set in life man, a pisser they're waiting
Too damn bad you get so far so fast
So what, so long

(chorus)

It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
-"Long Day," Matchbox 20

I adore this song to pieces, you know. My Matchbox 20 CD skips on the later songs, but this one is number 2, and I love it.

Right now, however, BNL is playing- and this particular album has so many memories attached to it, it physically hurts to listen. Granted, most things are like that, but it still surprises me that I can hear the opening guitar to "Brian Wilson" and suddenly be driving to Philadelphia again. It only hurts in an abstract "Oh, God, why do I still remember?" sort of way, rather than any actual pain from the memories themselves, now. Although "Call and Answer" was a bit surprising- it had to have been eighth grade, which means it was probably summer- the couches were the old, pale green ones. And I said I couldn't stand the song and she said she kind of liked it...

Time wounds all heels, I suppose.

In slightly less banal (but only a bit) news, I'm probably going to work on Tristan's story soon, since he's been shouting a lot lately. He's very loud. *sigh*