daytimedreamer wrote:Lately, I have been listening to a song called John Q Lonely by Maia Sharp.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v55VFoXCncs
Lyrics:
When I first shook hands with John Q. Lonely
We're sitting in a room that held him only
He said don't feel bad I'm just a regular guy
My life is the way that I want it
With nobody else's writing on it
Don't have to waste my time living a lie
You see people like you are never complete
Without a ring on your finger, a dog at your feet
A house on a suburban street named after a tree
Not me
I go to work each day in a little white cube
Come home each night and sit in front of the tube
No one to tell me what to do or say
Cause those distractions I don't need them
What could I love more than freedom?
Something you don't have can't slip away
All the people like you, you cry and you cry
When you find out love's just a four-letter lie
You say, "without her, who am I supposed to be?"
You worry about me?
On his fiftieth birthday John bought a cupcake
Almost wished that he had a namesake
But thought better of that before he blew out the flame
And on this day unlike any other
Just for a moment he imagined his mother
He thought to himself I could have taken her name
All the people like me who spare their regret
Foolishly giving more than we get
We're not stupid enough to let somebody in
Not me, not again
Love it. Thanks for sharing this!