This song has always resonated with me. However, recent events have placed it top of mind. I’m not hypocritical enough to become self-righteous about someone’s choice to destroy themselves, and I refuse to feel culpable when they finally succeed.
Not that such sentiments makes waiting for their immolation any easier, especially when the flames are obvious and imminent. It still fucking hurts no matter how calloused my soul.
The same can be said for biting words in half after thousand were ignored.
this person is blood to me, and they used to be worth a damn. Ten years ago, a drama like this would have broke my heart enough to make me act. (…I may or may not have the bail bondsman on speed dial…) And fuck if I wasn’t close to making the mistake they’re hell-bent on embracing. What a waste…
But it’s no longer tragic.
The first few episodes were a tragedy, but they’re to fucking self aware for this to be anything more than a farce. And while I’ve matured enough to not to do something stupid out of ‘spite,’ my deliberate acts of sublimation hardly feel healthy. Sick, healthy, or nuts – the bulk of today’s working hours found me hammering away on the keys of this here board.
Apparently, that runs in the family too…