Elliott Smith - Everything Reminds Me of Her
The song in itself is a total admission of self-pity, so it stands to reason that anyone with a shred of a connection to it would wear it like a big fucking badge at 3AM, down to the last glass of the second bottle of merlot and considering a nightcap of the whiskey in the kitchen cupboard, chain smoking fags in their bedroom, having already listened to a bunch of other Smith songs whilst consciously building up to this one, the zenith of sad.
It’s not even something I still find hard to cope with any more. That relationship ended nearly five years ago. I’m more in love with my partner now than I ever have been with anyone else in my life. But fuck it, sometimes opening old wounds for no reason whatsoever other than to indulge the misery you know existed once and has the right to exist again for this one lonely hour is irresistible. Alcohol is a fucking nightmare.