You know when there's something you really want
But you know you can never have it
So you do everything you can to put it out of your head
But deep down you still want it
And the thought of it burns in your brain so you can't think
And the ache of it sits heavy in your heart so you can't feel
And the longing of it crushes your chest so you can't breathe
But there's nothing you can do to make it go away
So it consumes your every waking thought
And it envelopes your every sleeping dream
It becomes your life
But to acknowledge that would destroy you
So you tell yourself that you don't really want it after all
When you know that you really do
But you can't
So you won't
But you do
And so
You allow yourself to hope
And every day you feel a little more lost because the hope keeps slipping away
And one day you wake up and don't know who you are because the hope has gone
And then you find yourself lost, confused, and alone
But still wanting?
Yeah.
I knew I should have bought that Statue of Liberty Brass Coat Rack when I was in New York.
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You totally should have. Never ignore the impulse buy!
You just perfectly described years of longing to move to Chicago. Longing that has recently been intensified by a man named Wolf who lives there of whom every love and heartache song were written. Would that a coat rack would make every day living in Seattle with a bed half empty more palatable.
In the meantime, time keeps on ticking into the future. One where you start a match profile, buy a body pillow, and count the raindrops.
This isn’t really about a coat rack, is it? It’s about Betty White. 😉
I definitely have had this feeling before. But it wasn’t for a coat rack. I think it might have been for someone’s garden.
Yes. I know this feeling all too well. And then he died and it turned out to be true that I could never, ever have it.
You passed up a Statue of Liberty Brass Coat Rack? Who does that?
Oh now *I* want it, too!!!
Also this makes me think of that damned $80 French ink drawing in an antique shop years (about 18 years) ago. I should have freaking bought it. I am still so angry that I didn’t!!!
I know! I should have ordered something different that one time we ate at Rainforest Cafe.
I’ll regret it until my dying day.
Phew, you almost sounded like a romantic there for a minute, Davey Joe! 😉