Bottle your crazy.

Don't you hate how after you've spent the last week and a half in an alcoholic haze, you look around your place and think, "Shit. I have to throw a batchelorette party here this weekend. I better clean." And then you do. And you put on the GardenState soundtrack and get to cleaning...

And then this song comes on, and you think, while cleaning, "Oh shit..." as you listen to the lyrics...to this song... that incidentally was part of the soundtrack of your life for a while..."is it possible that... no.... this song is eerie... You've got to take your dating more seriously, and let your guard down a bit... those glasses are dry... where's the skillet sponge..."

I drink good coffee every morning
comes from a place thats far away
and when i'm done i feel like talking
without you here there is less to say

I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
but if I lived til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
that if I lived til I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Face that dances and it haunts me
with laughter still ringin in my ears
I still find peices of your presence here
Even even after all these years

I don't want you thinkin that I don't get asked to dinner
cuz I'm here to say that I sometimes do
and even though I may seem like I'm down
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

If I live til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you