Purge

I hate it when songs get stuck in my head. Actually, sometimes I rather enjoy it. But ever since I heard this song over the weekend it has been haunting me. It has become so embedded in my psyche that even in the 2 or 3 seconds I awake to roll over throughout the night I hear some of the words. It is one of those songs that seems to be custom made for the soundtrack of my life. I feel like I know these people. I feel like I love these people. I am worried about these people! AHHH!! I hope by writing it down I can skip to the next musical track in my head... I hope it is something good. Any suggestions?



He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
He was a husband who drove his wife home
And in the car he would lean her head gently against the side door window
And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
But she would always always wake up the next morning
And he'd take one look and her and say baby that's ok
And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And she would ask for time and she'd ask for time
And she would ask for time and she would beg for time
And she would beg for time and beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time and he'd give her time
And he'd give her time and he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift
But time is not given and time it not taken
It just sifts thought it sift

And it was coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee some more
He' go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
And by the time he came back she'd srcub the bathrooms and make them smell like pine
And it was almost as if nothing had happened and he'd given her time, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings
They build buildings so tall these days
And she would ask for time and she'd ask for time
And she would ask for time and she would beg for time
And she would beg for time and beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time and he'd give her time
And he would give her time and he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

He was a husband drove time home time car oh core core city core coffee core warning last warning he was a husband time pine scrub scrub bathroom lean hair back car window hope time give don't they buildings so tall these days...

'Buildings', Regina Spektor 11:11