The Script’s Break Even just came on the radio, and as usual it brought back memories. In the main they are somewhat pleasant memories, even though the lyrics to the song are particularly sad.
Capital FM played the song ad nauseum last summer, and in a way it became the signature tune for that summer of my life – blighted by so many could haves and would haves. Summer started ok; my days being filled with the boringly mind numbing task of completing my dissertation. In between, I threw in attending a wedding across the Atlantic in Houston, planning my move back to my old Nigerian job and being very good friends with TheB. Capital FM was my constant companion at the time, as I stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning slogging things out. In an uncanny way, it seemed the song became a self fulfilling prophecy – Bisi and I never progressed beyond the friends zone, the Nigerian job fell through, and I missed a first on my degree….
I’ve come a long way since then though – but each time I hear the song, I remember the summer that almost was..