…And scars are souvenirs you never lose,
The past is never far.
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?
And don’t it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are…
She was 13. She sat in the corner, on the back bench of the city bus. She held her new Sony Discman in her hand, the headphones circling her head like miniature ear-muffs. This was supposed to make her cool, make her fit in – but it didn’t. At least she didn’t think so. She may have only been 13, but she was older than that, really; she was older than she was supposed to be. Life was tough and tumultuous for that little girl. It hurt.
It was a long bus ride to school. The other kids got on the bus and she looked at them from her seat in the corner. They were supposed to be cool, too. She thought they were. But she just sat there, holding her Discman, watching the white CD spin round and round and round. She only listened to one song, over and over and over. Repeated, day after day after day.
“Name” by The Goo Goo Dolls.
It’s been 16 years, but that song still plays. And, every time it hits the radio, she goes back to that seat on the bus.
Life has changed but the song stays the same. The hurt feels the same. A prophesy come true.
…We grew up way too fast
And now there’s nothing to believe,
And reruns all become our history.
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio,
And I won’t tell no one your name.
**Originally posted Feb 2013 on The Old Blog