The truth slowly dawns
Okay, given that I've been listening to "You Made Me the Thief of Your Heart," the Sinead O'Connor bit from the In the Name of the Father soundtrack, for better than a decade now, you'd think I'd have caught on well before this: when she calls herself the thief of [his] heart, it's not a metaphor.
*shudder*
I wish I had something more interesting to report, but, well, I'm at work. Boredom reigns supreme.
*shudder*
I wish I had something more interesting to report, but, well, I'm at work. Boredom reigns supreme.
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"I'll never wash these clothes
I want to keep the stains
Your blood to me is precious
None would I spill in vain
Your spirit sings
Though your lips never part
Singing only to me
The thief of your heart."
Picture the narrator holding the addressee, after the, um, operation.