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I had this song on repeat while I was doing the supper dishes. Ugh.
Certain fragments of lyrics seem to be grabbing me by the throat, then reaching in and crushing my heart this evening:
...losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody sees the wind blow....
...And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties...
....There is a girl in New York City,
Who calls herself the human trampoline,
And sometimes when I'm falling flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa so this is what she means....