Made in Richmond

I added some songs to the iPod shuffle on Sunday. On a whim, I decided to plunk a little Bush on there, just for kicks. Well, this evening, as I was perusing myspace.com, Glycerin came on the speakers. I literally swooned. A wave of memories of my undying love for Gavin came over me, and I was once again an awkward 14 year old listening to the Buzz in my room, truly convinced that I would one day marry him. I mean, how could a girl resist these lyrics:

must be your skin that i’m sinking in :: must be for real ‘cos now i can feel :: and i didn’t mind :: it’s not my kind :: it’s not my time to wonder why :: everything gone white :: and everything’s grey :: now you’re here now you’re away :: i don’t want this :: remember that :: i’ll never forget where you’re at :: don’t let the days go by :: glycerine

i’m never alone :: i’m alone all the time :: are you at one :: or do you lie :: we live in a wheel :: where everyone steals :: but when we rise it’s like strawberry fields

if i treated you bad :: you bruise my face :: couldn’t love you more :: you got a beautiful taste :: don’t let the days go by :: could have been easier on you :: i couldn’t change though i wanted to :: could have been easier by three :: our old friend fear and you and me :: glycerine :: don’t let the days go by :: glycerine

i needed us more :: when we wanted us less :: i could not kiss just regress :: it might just be :: clear simple and plain :: that’s just fine :: that’s just one of my names :: don’t let the days go by :: could’ve been easier on you :: glycerine

Or this face:

Sigh. I listened to it twice. I guess it really is too late, considering he’s married and has a baby on the way. Oh, and I’m married, too.