another chance

mood: tired (again) but happy.
state i'm in: no that excited about the week ahead - limb anatomy is boooring.
tune: patty griffin "rain".
achievement for the day: stayed awake in anatomy.


i used to sing this song to myself:



it's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
beating close to mine
pounding up against the stone and steel
walls that i won't climb
sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep
you think you're gonna drown
sometimes all i can do is weep weep weep
with all this rain falling down

strange how hard it rains now
rows and rows of big dark clouds
but i'm holding on unsderneath this shroud
rain

it's hard to know when to give up the fight
some things you want will just never be right
it's never rained like it has tonight before
now i don't wanna beg you baby
for something maybe you could never give
im not looking for the rest of your life
i just want another chance to live

strange how hard it rains tonight
rows and rows of big dark clouds
when im holding on underneath this shroud
rain

strange how hard it rains tonight
rows and rows of big dark clouds
when im holding on underneath this shroud
rain

strange how hard it rains tonight
rows and rows of big dark clouds
but im still alive underneath this shroud
rain rain rain

patty griffin "rain" (2002)



nearly every single lyric made sense, and i could sing it with commmitment. i can still sing it with feeling, but i don't mean it anymore.

i think i have been given that chance.