Nothing compares ..
It’s been seven hours + fifteen days
since u took your love away
I go out every night + sleep all day
since u took your love away
since u been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
but nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues,
‘cos nothing compares
nothing compares 2 u
it’s been so lonely without u here
like a bird without a song
nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
but they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor guess what he told me
guess what he told me
he said girl u better have fun
no matter what u do
but he’s a fool
‘cos nothing compares
nothing compares 2 u
all the flowers that u planted mama
in the back yard
all died when u went away
I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard
but I’m willing to give it another try
‘cos nothing compares
nothing compares 2 u.
Been listening to Sinead O’Connor’s ‘Nothing compares to u,’ and it’s true. There’s always, always somebody in our diverse lives, no matter how hard we try to convince ourselves that we’re over him/her, s/he will always be at the back of our heads. We say that we’re over it, we’ve totally moved on. But .. that’s never the case, is it? A knot that can never be untangled.
And we meet someone new, someone who surpasses the highlights of the previous person. But the new fella, s/he pales in comparison with the one. No matter how hard we try. Deceive yourself all you want. Revel in your newfound happiness. I know that you think back, and miss those times. You say to yourself, they’re just memories. They’re harmless. They’ll be forgotten. Memories are not tactile. Memories memories memories. There you go. Thinking again. Despite the person’s faults. Despite everything. The only memories that stay with us permanently are happy ones. And when you reminisce, those bittersweet memories appear. Nothing compares to them. Nothing.
It’s not a bad thing. It’s not a good thing, either. I don’t know what it is. He’s creeping around in my head. For now, he’s the incomparable one. Have you got one, too? Someone skulking about your head, peering from the folds of your brain. Who is your incomparable one?
