Superman's Dead
An ordinary girl
An ordinary waist
But ordinary's just not good enough today
Haven't listened to that song in years. Probably not since high school, this album that came out shortly before I graduated from Westwood. There are so many weird memories tied up in songs I would hear on the radio, driving in my first car or in Micheal's blue Honda. We pulled over once on the side of the road going to Matt the diver's house, because I was crying so hard. I remember being that fragile, and sometimes it comes back vividly. I like to think I'm stronger now, but I suppose one doesn't know until one has to act.
I have that nervous feeling like I should be doing something, but I'm not sure what.
An ordinary waist
But ordinary's just not good enough today
Haven't listened to that song in years. Probably not since high school, this album that came out shortly before I graduated from Westwood. There are so many weird memories tied up in songs I would hear on the radio, driving in my first car or in Micheal's blue Honda. We pulled over once on the side of the road going to Matt the diver's house, because I was crying so hard. I remember being that fragile, and sometimes it comes back vividly. I like to think I'm stronger now, but I suppose one doesn't know until one has to act.
I have that nervous feeling like I should be doing something, but I'm not sure what.