let lemons be angry

Until this feeling goes away
Until i get the needed dose
Until you put Your arms around
And hold me close
 
That's what it comes to at the end of it.  Only the everlasting arms can hold me after all, no matter what you say or make me wonder about.  Don't you see, i want to stop wondering. 
 
My soundtrack, that plays in my head without fail.  For early morning walks to the train station beside new traffic and the sunrise, with a little part of the night before staying in me and blueing up the air: Roll To Me, Del Amitri.  Look around your world, pretty baby, is it everything you thought it'd be?  The wrong guy, the wrong situation, the right time to roll to me.. and memories of sec 4 and this song and peche and all the perfectly wrong situations.  Then for those ouch moments when i mortify myself with words i regret: My Stupid Mouth, John Mayer.  I'm never speaking up again.. It played just this morning, i don't want to talk about it.  For those feel-good hurrying moments: Go by the Apples in Stereo.  Then there are the songs that are glued to memories, like electronic musical cards that play when you open them.  The memory will come followed by the song, or the song followed by the memory.  If i could cut the connecting wires in my memory electronic cards i would. 
 
I like telling stories and i like hearing stories, and of course i like living out stories.  But may this one stop before the introduction ends, please.