I have that song on my iPod. I put it on there when I was going thru my chit last summer. It's a haunting, beautiful song.
Puppy
When wife started working at her job a couple years ago. The one that eventually was lost last year. She met up with an EGF. A skank rock and roller. Roomie hated rock. I always listend to rock. For her, pop, yes. Christian music, yes. Rock. Nope. All the sudden she was a rocker chick. Going to concerts. Dressing in tight, tight jeans. No more underwear. She did always wear a thong, at least before. She started listening to this cd. I knew she did not really listen to the lyrics. She just heard a few words, knew it was a chick singing, and thought it was about a girl telling her guy she is gone and done. Trying to relate it to her. She didn't realize that it related more to me.
Me 47, WW 38 SS18, D15, D10
Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08
"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."
