Her perfume was unspeakable...

He thought he was the King of America
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love in whispers
And the acts of love in screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake

My Aim is True

For the better part of the past two weeks, a friend has been going through some weirdness with her partner, and the partner is acting like a complete douchenozzle, based on nothing; a nothing so comical that if it were used as the plot of a 90s sitcom, it would strain credulity.

Anyway, as the partner has moved closer and closer to the deep end and the villain role in a movie that Lifetime will show at three on a Saturday afternoon (it was serious and I was concerned but the route that it got to this point should have had either Danny Tanner or Phoebe sitting down to provide exposition at a critical moment) this song became the earworm of choice.

The irony...this friend doesn't respect Elvis Costello in the least.