Two songs that tore me up when my sitch just began were "Smile" by Charlie Chaplin (probably the saddest song ever written) and "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie. I still don't think that I can listen to them anymore.
Another song that I can't listen to is "Rollercoaster" by Everything But The Girl. I listened to it a lot in the first few days after W told me about her A:
I still haven't got over it even now. I want to spend huge amounts of time on my own. I don't want to cause any serious damage. I want to make sure that I can manage, because I'm not really in your head, I'm not really in your head.
And I see love and disaffection and the clouds build up and won't pass over. This is my road to my redemption. And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
I still haven't got over it even now. I want to spend huge amounds of time in my room. And I'm not coming out until I feel ready, not running out for a while my heart's unsteady, and I'm not really in your head. I'm not really in your head.
When you sky falls to minus zero, well some things must dissappear. Oh this is my road to my redemption.
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. The names may have been changed but the faces are the same The names may have been changed but as people we're not the same.
And I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not really in your head.
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. Yeah, my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
