Hmm… while talking on-air, this song came along and one was transfixed, literally stopped talking.
“I am under the weather
Another love has come to an end
and he listens while I tell him my sad story
and wonders at my taste in men
and we ponder why I do it
and the pain of getting through it
and he laughs and says, ‘you’ll do it again…'”
Close enough, although you’d laugh and say, “Idiot! You’ll do it again…”
So, old friend, one is a bit under the weather now. But what to do when one misses you?