Hard Habit to Break...Chicago, 1984.
Angsty 80's songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.
Oh my fifteen year old heart! This song was performed as a trio in my mind. Peter Cetera and Bill Champlin crooned the verses to me as if they were the most recent silly boy to crush my feelings. Alas, he had realized that I would not be there forever, and didn't know what he had until I was gone. Just when he thought I had no idea how much he cared, I would burst in with the chorus:
Now being without you
Takes a lot of getting used to
Should learn to live with it
But I don't want to
Being without you
Is all a big mistake
Instead of getting easier
It's the hardest thing to take
I'm addicted to ya babe
You're a hard habit to break
In my perfect musical world the chorus reflected how heartbroken I was as well, and certainly it was all a big mistake. (Oh, and it would've been super swell to have had someone else, equally as savory no doubt, to run to.) Yes, I was a sucker who'd have taken back anyone who could bust rhymes like those. Now, I am sitting here alternating between singing and laughing, while in some corner of my mind is a girl sobbing, in a very unladylike fashion.
I fear that deep in the night will be an endless fight and I won't be able to get this song out of my mind!