is this me?

following on this morning's entry, i heard this song today and i just couldn't help but question if it's not reflective of the issues with my relationships with men. i don't know, but to use another phrase that's become a staple, it may not be true but it sure feels like it's true.

crowing - toad the wet sprocket

been waiting to find

you could've been happier given the time

if he'd make up his mind

you'd give yourself to anybody

who would cross that line

and it was never a question

he was crowing for repair

you'd give him love and affection

you couldn't keep him there

get over regrets

while you were sleeping with the angels

he was under the bed

and the more skin that you shed

the more that the air in your throat will linger

when you call him your friend

and it was never a question

he was crowing for repair

you'd give him love and affection

you couldn't keep him there

staring at a cold little hand

reading fault lines of a shell of a man

you were waiting for a word from above

wouldn't you know it?

no answer ever did come

and it was never a question

you were crowing for repair

you'd give him love and affection

you couldn't keep him there

and it was never a question

you were crowing for repair

you'd give him love and affection

you couldn't keep him there