Monday, March 29, 2004

In that room

I'm currently trying to absorb a crow left of the murder and while reading the lyrics, this song just stood out in a weird way. It feels like what I usually am. I am 'that' girl. And as I read the lyrics over and over again and listen to the song over and over again, I always end up being 'that' girl to the obsession of that night. It's special and fun and can almost be passed off as love but then you realise that with the entrance of the pink tractorbeam into a certain incision (cough cough) and beyond the true ecstacy you both feel and haven't had initially asked for it... you come off as being 'that' kind of girl. And because you're not trully the typical 'that' girl, you end up being thanked. Like it was some weird favour or something. And oddly enough, you're fine with it... because you're not the typical 'that' girl. But it all boils down to being that you are 'that' girl in retrospect. Damn.

One of those nights of epiphanies. And the song continues to play...

::me:: at 07:27