Oh, Pup, I'm so sorry. This has to be sooooo frustrating.
It is. I was going to e-mail you yesterday, but I didn't want to spoil your birthday. I was pretty down about it.
This is another song -- this one written by me, about a year ago, when she started pulling away SO soon (just a couple of months) after we tried to reconcile after she ended her affair:
Still Way Too Soon 11/2007
You asked me if I’d just give you the chance To make it up to me You said that you’d made the mistake of your life The fog had lifted and now it was clear to see
That I was the one, the one for you That I was your love, your life, your home You said that if it took the rest of your life You’d make it up to me, alone
Well it’s way too soon for you to pull back now Way too soon to give it less than your best, baby Way too soon Way too soon You hurt me way too much to fight me now, and Hurt me way too much to say that you just don’t know
The rest of your life? Hell, you couldn’t give it a month You couldn’t give it one storm
If things had gone, nearly perfect maybe And everything had blown your way Maybe that’s what you were hoping for baby And only then, again you’d say
That I was the one, the one for you That I was your love, your life, your home That even if it took the rest of your life That you’d make it up to me, alone
Well it’s way too soon for you to pull back now Way too soon to give it less than your best, baby Way too soon Way too soon You hurt me way too much to fight me now, and Hurt me way too much to say that you just don’t know
The rest of your life? Hell, you couldn’t give it a month Couldn’t give it one storm This was way too soon, And now I’m gone.
