Of Bathrooms, Cher, and Jack Nicholson

I spent my day with Erin today.
We watched The Witches of Eastwick (one of my favourites) and we ate fried hot dogs (sounds gross, but it's actually pretty good).
I purged those hot dogs, and told her that I was looking for a sweater in order to hide my purging.
Long story short:
Mission Stop Purging=Fail.

While on the way to Erin's house, I was listening to Cher and making commentary during the songs
Which resulted in us discovering that Jack Nicholson left me for Cher after that first kiss during Witches of Eastwick..so sad.

Erin: So, Jack left you for Cher, huh?
Me: Yes, isn't it sad? That first kiss ruined what Jack and I had! *fake sobs* But I was with them both. She doesn't need to know about him.
Erin: Maybe you can win him back.
Me: No, it's okay. He's locked in my closet. Along with Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, and Josh Groban. Cher's in my pantry. They can both be with me, just not each other.
Erin: What about your cage with Josh Turner?
Me: Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.
Erin: Where's Stevie Nicks going to stay then?
Me: She can stay in my bathroom. After all, she says bathrooms are inspirational.

Then, we discussed how Stevie Nicks once said that some of her best songs were written in her bathroom, which was a very inspirational place for her.

Erin: Maybe you should try that.
Me: What? Write a song in my bathroom?
Erin: Why not?
Me: Hmm..Yeah, I could take a pen and paper, take a bath and if inspiration strikes...

I went home, put on some instrumental music (3055 by Ólafur Arnalds, Breathing Space by X-Ray Dogs, etc) and drew a bath.
This is what came of my bath...for the man who has wasted too much of my time, and his.

You said I didn't accept you
Well, how about you take a look in the mirror, baby?
You know that what I'm saying is true
Your eyes are open, but you're too blind to see

I have to be true to my own heart
I'll break the spell you had on me
Your doubt was there from the start
Afraid of what I might see

Now I'm setting you free, letting go
This is the last song I'm wasting on you
As you listen to my voice on the radio
I hope you feel twice the pain you put me through

I hate to waste my creativity
I'd rather sing of love pure and true
Once again, you got the best of me
So here it is, just for you

I've never been one to talk
Never been the type to kiss and tell
So why don't you take a nice long walk
Isn't revenge hell?

Please be silent, don't speak at all
I don't want to hear your voice
I watched what we once had fall
No matter what you say, you had a choice

Now I'm setting you free, letting go
This is the last song I'm wasting on you
As you listen to my voice on the radio
I hope you feel twice the pain you put me through

I hate to waste my creativity
I'd rather sing of love pure and true
Once again, you got the best of me
So here it is, just for you

Just for you...
Just for you..