The Rolling Stones - "Emotional Rescue"

I was walking home, and it was late at night. I was pretending to be on my cell phone, but that still wasn't really working. I didn't feel safe. And then I saw a guy on the road ahead of me. He was walking the same way as me so I followed him. In case something happened, he'd be close enough to see. I guess I trusted him, I'm not sure why. I walked for like twenty minutes this way, and he kept making the same turns as me, but he was ahead of me. I kept following him 'cause it was working out for me, and then when we finally got to my street, and he turned down it too. We walked all the way down it, past the closed bakery and church, and then he turned into my building! I shouted down the hall to him as he unlocked his door, "Hey!" and then I didn't know what to say, "Thanks." He didn't say anything, he just walked into his apartment, he didn't even look at me. I went up the stairs and put on Jolene and ate the last of my fancy salad. I turned it up, loud as I could, even though it was the middle of the night. Nobody complained. That night I felt invisible. I felt like a missed re-incarnation, like a squeezed-off bit of consciousness for someone more exciting, and then whatever being they put in charge of putting minds into bodies was like "Well, no sense wasting it, there's some good stuff in here." I started wishing something terrible would happen so I would know I affected someone. Then I looked at the label on the bottle of OV and started making up a new name for myself. Olivia Violet. Ophelia Vulgaris. Odessa Voss. I went to bed and the room was spinning like my brain was the drain and someone had yanked the plug out. [Buy]

(image of Karuna Khyal)