When I was 24 or maybe 25…

23 07 2008

…I stayed up late, getting wasted on cheap wine and replaying this song over and over after what would serve to be my worst break up. Ever.

I fell upon it accidentally this afternoon. I haven’t listened to it years. When you feel your sanity may be in question, it really is a good idea to review the past as a good indicator that you’ve grown just a little. I distinctly remember the last part of the song nearly killing me with gut-wrenching heartache.

What do I do now? Are we going under?
What did I do wrong?
Thought we had it sorted
Is there someone else? Am I too familiar?
Was it when I said I wanted to have children?

Tore up all your photos, didn’t feel too clever
Spent the whole of Sunday sticking you together
Now I’d like to call but I feel too awkward
Some things need explaining
No one told me it was raining (raining, raining…)

Though I still find this to be a great song and another perfect example why Elvis Costello is a phenomenal songwriter (since who else can write with such simplicity and depth all at the same time?), listening to it again today made me grateful that for that break-up. What in hell was I thinking?!?!?!