And although he is nothing in the scheme of my yearsit just serves to blugdeon my futile tears And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase But now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my faceAnd the melodramas of my day delivery blowsthat surpass your rejection it just goes to showa simple attraction that reflects right back to me so I'm not as into you as I appear to be

And although my pride's not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me

Amy Winehouse. You sent me flying.