While I agree with Gary on his point, there are still many who appreciate the songs to which they can realte - pain of losing is one most of us have felt. The following are lyrics from Jason Isbell (one of my favorite writers). He has a way of saying things that leave no doubt of the message - it's the way it's presented that keeps you in the song:
Jason Isbell - Songs That She Sang In The Shower (From "Southeastern")
On a lark
On a whim
I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them
And his fist
Cut the smoke
I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke
And in the car
Headed home
She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone
With a steak
Held to my eye
I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye
And another brief chapter without any answers blew by
And the songs that she sang in the shower
Are stuck in my head
Like "Bring Out Your Dead"
"Breakfast In Bed"
And experience robs me of hope
That she'll make it back home
So I'm stuck on my own
I'm stuck on my own
In a room
By myself
Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judged worse than anyone else
So I pace
And I pray
And I repeat the mantra's that might keep me clean for the day
And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear
Like "Wish You Were Here"
How I wish you were here.
And experience robs me of hope
That you'll ever return
So I breathe and I burn
I breathe and I burn
And the church bells are ringing for those who are easy to please
And the frost on the ground probably envies the frost on the trees.
And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind
Like "Yesterday's Wine", like yesterday's wine
And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again
Without thinking of them
Without thinking of them
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/jason-isbell/songs-that-she-sang-in-the-shower-lyrics/#3GOtpqRM5kADFr28.99
On a whim
I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them
And his fist
Cut the smoke
I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke
And in the car
Headed home
She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone
With a steak
Held to my eye
I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye
And another brief chapter without any answers blew by
And the songs that she sang in the shower
Are stuck in my head
Like "Bring Out Your Dead"
"Breakfast In Bed"
And experience robs me of hope
That she'll make it back home
So I'm stuck on my own
I'm stuck on my own
In a room
By myself
Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judged worse than anyone else
So I pace
And I pray
And I repeat the mantra's that might keep me clean for the day
And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear
Like "Wish You Were Here"
How I wish you were here.
And experience robs me of hope
That you'll ever return
So I breathe and I burn
I breathe and I burn
And the church bells are ringing for those who are easy to please
And the frost on the ground probably envies the frost on the trees.
And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind
Like "Yesterday's Wine", like yesterday's wine
And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again
Without thinking of them
Without thinking of them
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/jason-isbell/songs-that-she-sang-in-the-shower-lyrics/#3GOtpqRM5kADFr28.99
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