Típica situación.

Picture perfect memories
Scattered all around the floo
rReaching for the phone
'cause I can't fight it anymore
Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping
In the way you did before
And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now
And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now
Guess I'd rather hurt
Than feel nothing at all
And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now

Y que cancion mas banal me parecio en un momento, muy tipica, no se. No me gustaba ni un poco. Hasta que entendi lo tipica que era mi situacion.