I saw this on my reader tonight and was instantly whisked back to… 2005. I went out with this guy (veeery much older) who, I later joked, didn’t know that Winger broke up. Like, he pulled a chair out for me once, and the oil from his curly mane of hair was still on so thick that I could see it on the plastic when I sat down.
Not my finest hour.
Oh,
Winger
, it’s only natural that when you’re listening to a song or singing along to a song that you, consciously or unconsciously, take on the persona of whoever’s singing it or the character who’s singing it. And I’m sure it says something about me that when I wasn’t paying enough attention to the lyrics, which was often, and was the case with this song, that I was always assuming that the heartbreak or broken hearts or whatever mentioned in the title or the chorus was directed at me. Unless I was paying attention to the lyrics, it never occurred to me that the singer could be the one who was doing the breaking of hearts.
Like when I just listened to this song for the first time in years, and I was actually paying attention to the lyrics, I was suddenly like “Oh, wait, so you’re kind of…
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I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 
I don’t know if I feel good or bad that that song inspired that memory, but I enjoyed it either way 🙂
I enjoyed reading it ..
But what would you say for a dead soul ? Check my blog and you’ll know what i’m talking about..