Sometime in late 2016 I wrote a post about a waitress who I suspected of playing cruel rejection games with me as I dined in her restaurant one morning. I suspected that she had taken up with a waiter on her shift, but that her small talk with him on that particular morning meant to give me the impression that they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, and that I'd better get with it pretty quick, if I wanted to compete for her affections.
I stopped going there for breakfast, and I wrote a couple of posts about the whole deal. One of the posts consisted of the lyrics and arrangement of, "My Girlfriend is a Hatesong," and, perhaps in the same post, I wrote something about never in my life learning how to catch a freight train going ninety miles an hour down the railroad tracks, either.
In February of 2020, I posted the arrangement and lyrics to, "I Never Was Her Guy." I used the freight train metaphor in that song. Nope, I have no idea why I should shed a single tear about never learning how to catch a freight train going ninety miles an hour down the railroad tracks.
I stopped going there for breakfast, and I wrote a couple of posts about the whole deal. One of the posts consisted of the lyrics and arrangement of, "My Girlfriend is a Hatesong," and, perhaps in the same post, I wrote something about never in my life learning how to catch a freight train going ninety miles an hour down the railroad tracks, either.
In February of 2020, I posted the arrangement and lyrics to, "I Never Was Her Guy." I used the freight train metaphor in that song. Nope, I have no idea why I should shed a single tear about never learning how to catch a freight train going ninety miles an hour down the railroad tracks.
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