Een van de liedjes die ik regelmatig draai om alles weer even op een rijtje te zetten. Dit is hoe mijn ex me nu eenmaal ziet, en dat moet ik niet vergeten.

Death Cab For Cutie - 'Tiny vessels'

This is the moment that you know/
That you told her that you loved her, but you don't/
You touch her skin and then you think/
That she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me/
Yeah, she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me

I spent two weeks in Silver Lake/
The California sun cascading down my face/
There was a girl with light brown streaks/
And she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me/
Yeah she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking/
As we moved together in the dark/
And all the friends that I was telling/
And all the playful misspellings/
And every bite I gave you left a mark

As tiny vessels oozed into your neck/
And formed the bruises/
That you said you didn't want to fade/
But they did and so did I that day

All I see are dark grey clouds/
In the distance, moving closer with every hour/
So when you'd ask, "Is something wrong?"/
I'd think "You're damn right there is/
But we can't talk about it now/
No, we can't talk about it now"

So one last touch and then you'll go/
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more/
But it was vile, and it was cheap/
And you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me/
Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me/
Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me