400 yrs ago, also called the mid '90's, my housemate worked at a music store and I wrangled a LOT of CDs cheap or free. I had one by a cool little band called Deadeye Dick; Old people will remember their One Hit, Mary Moon AKA New Age Girl with a nostalgiac smirk...anyway, there was one song in particular that really stuck with me, I play it whenever I'm done with all the other humans. This is one of those days:
Molly
Molly, I'm just out of bath, my hair is wringing wet
The things that you remember, I'd just as soon forget
All the lies you told me while we were in the throes
Are better left unspoken
And though you said you loved me with a trace of sincerity
I'm sorry, please forgive me is what I heard usually
My guiltiest confession even when I hate you most
I want you anyway...Oh, Molly...
Molly I just was a slave to your helplessness and charms
At times I would deliver you into another mans arms
And simmer in my jealousy, my impatience
And lust and fade away slowly
And though you said you loved me with a trace of sincerity
I'm sorry, please forgive me is what I heard usually
My guiltiest confession even when I hate you most
I want you anyway...Oh, Molly...
Molly I just have to run a pool of water at my feet
I know you wouldn't call unless there's something that you need
9 times out of 10, I'd come through for for still,
But not today, baby
I'm not your friend, I'm not your confidante now
I'm not your puppet anymore, and I don't want to know the score
The details and the gore...Molly...Yeah...
As the bones of my reflection stare me squarely in the face
I'm not sure your resurrection would be a saving grace
And the terms of my endearment are an object lesson learned
I'm not sure you'll never hear me or ever did
Oh, Molly,
I still want you
Molly
Molly, I'm just out of bath, my hair is wringing wet
The things that you remember, I'd just as soon forget
All the lies you told me while we were in the throes
Are better left unspoken
And though you said you loved me with a trace of sincerity
I'm sorry, please forgive me is what I heard usually
My guiltiest confession even when I hate you most
I want you anyway...Oh, Molly...
Molly I just was a slave to your helplessness and charms
At times I would deliver you into another mans arms
And simmer in my jealousy, my impatience
And lust and fade away slowly
And though you said you loved me with a trace of sincerity
I'm sorry, please forgive me is what I heard usually
My guiltiest confession even when I hate you most
I want you anyway...Oh, Molly...
Molly I just have to run a pool of water at my feet
I know you wouldn't call unless there's something that you need
9 times out of 10, I'd come through for for still,
But not today, baby
I'm not your friend, I'm not your confidante now
I'm not your puppet anymore, and I don't want to know the score
The details and the gore...Molly...Yeah...
As the bones of my reflection stare me squarely in the face
I'm not sure your resurrection would be a saving grace
And the terms of my endearment are an object lesson learned
I'm not sure you'll never hear me or ever did
Oh, Molly,
I still want you