you're an old slut on junk

[thejunipertree]

I really shouldn't listen to "Faerytale in New York" by the Pogues when I'm driving. It's much too sad of a song and every time I hear it, I start to cry.

Tears of memory. Tears of pain. Tears of yes, even regret.

"I could have been someone.
Well, so could anyone.
You took my dreams from me
when I first found you.
I kept them with me, though.
I put them with my own.
Can't make it out alone,
I built my dreams around you."

Christ.

I used to only listen to this song on Christmas night. Over and over again, until my head hurt from trying not to cry. It was a tradition of sorts, dating back to the one fateful year back when I lived in Punk Rock Plaza.

Everything is so different now.
And despite how unhappy I felt back then, due to the circumstances surrounding me and mine, it doesn't even hold a candle to the general status of my emotional and mental state right now.

God, grant me a turnip.