I’ve got two that I think work. I’m not sure how they fit into the five stages, but…
Well, he shouted out his last word
and he stumbled through the yard
and she shattered her last china plate
and spun off in the car
When he lunged onto the hood
she stopped to tell him she’d been wrong
He was thrown head over heels
into the traffic coming on…
All’s fair in radio, too, I guess.
The next is “Somedays,” by Regina Spektor. It’s melancholy and sad. It’s a song about leaving, and loss:
Somedays aren’t yours at all,
They come and go
As if they’re someone else’s days
They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
And it’s harsher than yours
And colder than yours
… I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away
Don’t call me, don’t write…
Good luck, BPP.
We’ll miss you.
I’ll miss you.