Note to an ex-girlfriend
September 23rd, 2002
So I was partaking of a Guinness in an Irish bar and for some reason the singer did some corrupted version of Brown Eyed Girl. Ultimately that song belongs to you. Whenever they corrupt it, I feel loss. It wasn’t right.
I don’t know that I should tell you.
Between us there have always been songs. To not acknowledge which ones belong to you is to deny what we shared and we were. I don’t mean to intrude on your space and happiness. For you (XXXXXX) is exactly what I would have hoped for you. (True I would have avoided all the pain along the way.)
But none the less you have a song in my head. I don’t know if I still have one in yours. I just thought I’d tell you how much I hate it when they corrupt yours.