I asked H to bring along the CDs from one of his favorite artists yesterday, Gary Allan. Every song seems to have a message of some kind, he is an amazing singer and I love his stuff, too. I was pointing out songs that I loved and identified with. As this one was playing I was thinking about H, and then H actually said, "I identify a lot with this song". Here it is, I added the bold to parts that stand out to me...
Smoky old bars, bright neon lights Good ole boys and girls of the night An ice cold beer and a good shot of brandy I've always had a sweet tooth For the devil's candy
And I've fought it all my life And the battle's now a warBut I'll get up tomorrow And I'll fight it all once more I want to do what's right But I'll never understand me I've always had a sweet tooth For the devil's candy
Well I've played the cards, and I've rolled the dice Well I gave up heaven for a fool's paradise I once lost an angel when a bad girl was handyI've always had a sweet tooth For the devil's candy
And I've fought it all my life And the battle's now a war But I'll get up tomorrow And I'll fight it all once more I want to do what's right But I'll never understand me I've always had a sweet tooth For the devil's candy
I want to do what's right But I'll never understand me I've always had a sweet tooth For the devil's candyYes I've always had a sweet tooth For the devil's candy
So when you ask what he says when I mention my love language, or any other requests I have made or things I have asked for:
H will say, I know what you want from me. I know I should give it to you. Often I even want to give it to you. But at the end of the day I look back on the day and realize I didn't give it to you, again....and I feel like sh!t. (However, apparently he doesn't feel badly enough to actually DO it the next time...)
