Listening to: "It ain't me babe"

I love this song. I loved this song back when I heard "The Turtles" sing it. Maybe because it reminded me of that jerk at that overrated party who I was crushing on, while he callously stubbed his cigarette of indifference on the ashtray that was my heart. And I love this song so much more now, when Bob Dylan sings it on loop. Maybe because this is how I like my relationships, callousness topped up with a generous helping of one-sided paranoia. And maybe because if it were up to me, I would scream "It ain't me babe" at everyone. See? This song works on so many intricate levels. Sometimes I think that if it weren't for olives and hummus, and Bob Dylan fuelling my soul, I would surely die.