"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'."
— Groucho Marx
I'll be seeing youIn all the old familiar placesThat this heart of mine embracesAll day through.In that small cafe;The park across the way;The children's carousel;The chestnut trees;The wishin' well.I'll be seeing youIn every lovely summer's day;In every thing that's light and gay.I'll always think of you that way.I'll find youIn the morning sunAnd when the night is new.I'll be looking at the moon,But I'll be seeing you.I'll be seeing youIn every lovely summer's day;In every thing that's light and gay.I'll always think of you that way.I'll find youIn the morning sunAnd when the night is new.I'll be looking at the moon,But I'll be seeing you.It's not necessarily a break-up as much as it is a parting song, but it works for some break-ups as well.
on my own from Les MiserablesAnd now I'm all alone again,Nowhere to turn, no one to go to.Without a home, without a friend,Without a face to say hello to.And now the night is near,Now I can make believe he's here.Sometimes I walk alone at nightWhen everybody else is sleeping.I think of him, and then I'm happyWith the company I'm keeping.The city goes to bed,And I can live inside my head.On my own,Pretending he's beside me.All alone,I walk with him till morning.Without him,I feel his arms around me,And when I lose my way I close my eyesAnd he has found me.In the rain,The pavement shines like silver.All the lightsAre misty in the river.In the darkness,The trees are full of starlight,And all I see is him and me for ever and forever.And I knowIt's only in my mind,That I'm talking to myselfAnd not to him.And although I know that he is blind,Still I say,There's a way for us.I love him,But when the night is over,He is gone,The river's just a river.Without him,The world around me changes.The trees are bare and everywhere The streets are full of strangers.I love him,But every day I'm learning,All my life, I've only been pretending!Without me,His world will go on turning,A world that's full of happinessThat I have never known!I love him...I love him...I love him...But only on my own...
Split Screen Sadness by John MayerWhat Was it Like by Mary Chapin Carpenter
Now you see me - Lee Ann WomackThe Grand Tour - George JonesWho says your can't have it all - Alan JacksonAlway something there to remind me - Naked Eyes (I don't know who did it originally.)
OhThe Breakup Song - Greg Kihn
She's Gone - Hall and OatesWalk Away Renee - Left Banke, Four Tops
Please Remember by LeeAnn RimesI Can't Make You Love Me by Bonnie RaitAND...Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by Neil Sedaka (JUST Kidding)
Best by far:Pretty Pathetic by The Smoking PopesYou should have heard me sobbingAs I drove home that nightGot into bed and stayed thereFor days I just laid thereHaving been permanently changedBut we won't get into that nowLet's take it from the startYou should have seen me smilingLike the world was mineShe used to call me babySoftly, sometimesBut if I dwell on those days too longI feel like my life is overAnd that's no goodSo let's move onTo the part where I begin to senseHer distanceI panic and hold on tighterBut that makes it worseHow am I supposed to take itWhen she said:"This is something I'm going through,It's got nothing to do with you"I had a special evening all planned outDesperately determined to reigniteSome spark between usShe had to feel something for meA love as strong as oursDoesn't just go awayYou can't just turn it offUnless she was lying all those timesBut I don't think soI really don't think soThe way she used to look at meMade me a thousand feet highThe meaning of the word coolNot the same geekWho fumbled through his words that nightThe ugliest nightI said some pretty awkward thingsI got the feeling that she felt sorry for meI should have seen it was hopeless and left it aloneBut I had to go on embarrassing myself"I miss what we had I need you so badly,I miss what we had I need you so badly"I must have sounded pretty pathetic, I knowThat's why I don't blame her for what she saidBut listen to me ramblingWe don't know each other that wellBut you're so easy to talk toI feel like I can tell you almost anythingI hope I haven't put you offI have a tendency to do thatWhy don't I just be quiet?
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