killer

I'm so in love with The Killers' album, Sam's Town. I've played it so much over the last few months, and I just love it more and more with each listen. I feel like it's my album, like it was written for me... does that make sense? I do wonder though if I might be a bit of an emotional masochist (no shit!) because this album makes my heart ache in the same way that certain men do, in a way I can't even begin to explain. I listen to it and my skin tingles, and then my chest starts to hurt, then tears well up in my eyes, and I just don't know why I love something that hurts so much...

But that's me, isn't it. I never want the easy ride. I want a psychologist, I think.

I've got this energy beneath my feet
like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
I've got this sentimental heart that beats
but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now
Why do you waste my time?
Is the answer to the question on your mind

Seeing them at V festival was amazing. It was, without question, the highlight of the year for me. Fuck the threesomes, that was the best sex I never had. And I'm glad I shared it with the boyfriend, despite all our problems, because our mutual love of this album is about the only thing we have in common now... no, that's not the reason, really, but it could be. But The Killers do somehow manage to sum up all the feelings we have, all the things we've been through... if I never ever saw him again, they would always make me think of him, and him only.

I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind
Well my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to
And my eyes, they don't see you no more
And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to
And my eyes don't recognize you no more
For reasons unknown