Baby, I’m Falling Apart

Is it time for another self-pitying song already? Time really does fly when you’re having fun.

Loudon Wainwright the third is one of my favorite songwriters and one who knows a thing or two about self-pity. If you don’t know the man’s work, you owe it to yourself to check it out. Here’s a snippet from his newest collection:

I’m just a leaky supertanker
With a lot of oil to spill
I’m feeling sorry for myself
But if I don’t, who will?

It’s one of the inspirations for this song, which I wrote last week:

It started out so promising
We both had so much fun
If this is just a game
Can’t we say you’ve won?
You’re so put together

Baby, I’m falling apart

I know it wasn’t your intention
To go and break my heart
I don’t need to mention
I was stupid, you were smart
You’re so put together

Baby, I’m falling apart

All my friends are asking me
Why I can’t think straight
Why can’t I figure out
If I’m early, if I’m late?
Maybe it doesn’t matter

Baby, I’m falling apart

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