My brother driving, me in the backseat, changing the radio station and hearing the opening chords of 'Don't Look Back in Anger'.
Away from 1503 forever.
Exactly what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it.
And shouting it out the window into a cold, dark, typical January cityscape. Packed up in between all of the cargo of broken hearts and empty apartments. Lungs filled with cigarette smoke, cold air and relief. Feeling it in a place inside my chest that I didn't know existed until that very moment.
And you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out.