hands down (live) ~ dashboard confessional w/michael stipe
"hands down this is the best day i can ever remember.
always remember the sound of the stereo.
the dim of the soft lights.
the scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers.
and the time on the clock, when we realized "It's so late!"
and this walk that we share together.
the streets were wet, and the gate was locked,
so i jumped it, and let you in.
and you stood at the door, with your hands on my waist.
and you kissed me like you meant it.
and i knew...that you meant it."
thanks a lot july.
i hadn't toward the story in a long while, not in that much depth. i almost walked in the wrong door while i was telling it, and my hands were shaking so much that i nearly spilled my coffee all over me. the question looms over me everytime i do tell it - the neverending query of why did i run. it sounds so hollow, so pathetic, so fucked up to say because i felt so much, because i knew what it could be, because i knew that i would be devastated if i ever lost it. i hate to admit that i was that person, but i was.
so many stories we carry around with us, and so many lessons they still have to teach us.
keep art alive; art by caia koopman
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