French Inhaler
Funked. Depressed. Saddened.
The other day I mentioned that big things were up in the air. They've since crashed. I should have seen it coming I guess. And it really feels like its for the best. Still, it sucks.
So the song in my mind tonight is another Zevon classic, "The French Inhaler." Its my comfort music.
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Who's gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and flattering light
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night