Poor Kyle

*Preface* Back when I was driving for Jason’s Deli, I spent a lot of time listening to the radio in my car (since I am too cheap to buy a transmitter for my iPod). Every time “Sweet Escape” by Gwen Stefani would play on the radio, I noticed my mood would instantly improve. Such a great melody, such awesome background singers…a catchy tune all in all.

*Face* So a few days ago I was driving, running some wedding errands and trying for all the world to keep my head from exploding. [I think it was about the time I got stood up for my wedding dress fitting.] Kyle was met with the unfortunate fate of calling me at just that moment. The ensuing conversation about something very minor, like Diet Dr. Pepper, nevertheless resulted in me snapping, “Why are you marrying me? Do you even love me?!” Yeah. Bad. I know.


And Kyle is such a diligent guy, too. He doesn’t deserve that. Just tonight, he stayed awake scanning almost a hundred photographs of himself to burn onto a CD so we can make a wedding slideshow, but the real reason he did it was because he does, in fact, love me. (Well, that, and because he wanted me to stop nagging him.)

Anyway, even before I hung up the phone during my tirade, I felt guilty for taking out my already-petty frustrations on my innocent fiancee. A while later, “Sweet Escape” came on the radio, and I took the time to listen to the words instead of just the easygoing tune. Keep in mind that not all the lyrics apply to our relationship, [i.e. “Times getting a little crazy, I’m waiting for you to come save me.” I would never do that], but a lot of the words deserve some recognition. Here are a few of the lines that match Kyle and me almost exactly {tweaked by me to perfection [and for slightly better grammar]}:

“If I could {elope},
I would, but first of all let me say
I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way
Cause I’ve been acting like sour milk fell on the floor
It’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator
Maybe that’s the reason I’ve been acting so cold

If I could {elope}
And re-create a place of our own world
And I could be your favorite {and only} girl
For {time and all eternity}, perfectly together
Tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet?

If I could be sweet {highly unlikely, but still…}
I know I’ve been a real {snappy} girl
I didn’t mean for you to get {in the way of my grouchiness}
Forever, we can make it better
Tell me boy, Now wouldn’t that be sweet?
Sweet escape..

You {came around}
At my lowest boiling point
Come {to Arizona and} help me out {of this pre-wedding nightmare}
I need to get {myself} out of this joint
Come on, let’s bounce {? I don’t know what that means but I think I should have changed it…}
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around let’s look for some common ground…

Etc. etc. etc. (Real lyrics may be found at completeablumlyrics.com.)

*Postface* Anyway, so there’s a shout-out to my Dear One. Hope this is not too embarrassing for him, but at the same time, I kind of don’t…

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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