getting over it

Another good lyric: "cos' I know it's me they've been coming to see to forget about life for a while." I think i'm that person for a few people. I'm the one who makes them think differently, who lets them escape from whatever they want to run away from, and I don't ask what face their monster has. Everyone needs to escape their life sometimes.

I was thinking who about my piano man is; who the person is that lets me escape from my life. Sometimes it is mr. hummingbird, because he takes me to another country, but then, at times, he reminds me of my deficienies, bringing me back to earth, though he does not mean to. It's not mr slapworthy, though he lets me believe I can get away, because at times he is so like me that his problems mirror my own. It's not the good doctor, though he would love it to be, because he stresses enough for the both of us. It's not potato girl, because she seems to be fading out of my life, as is blondie.

Does there have to be a piano man? Or can you try to sew a piano man from the remnants of other peoples escapism? Maybe I should read a mills and boon book.