Artist: The Killers
Save some face, you know you’ve only got one
Change your ways while you’re young
Boy, one day you’ll be a man
Oh girl, he’ll help you understand
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren’t what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
And someone is calling my name
From the back of the restaurant
And someone is playing a game
In the house that I grew up in
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
How perfect is my first song? Every time such an occurrence happens, I am more and more convinced of what one friend told me. “Your iPod can feel you.” Of course I know it’s a silly thing to believe but we all have that moment. You know, the one where you believe something whole-heartedly and don’t give a shit about what others think about you.
I’ve always had a plot bunny for this song. I love that line ,“and someone will drive her around, on the same streets that I did. Down the same street that I did.” Like, he’s watching some other guy be with the one-who-got-away from him. And he’s trying to convince himself that she’s gone. She is gone.
Don’t you love how some things you repeat to yourself seem like they’re not making sense until you say it to yourself over and over and over again? That happens to me a lot. Like, there will be times that I wouldn’t want to say things out loud because it makes it even more real. When my then boyfriend (now husband) was about to leave the country for good, me and him would never say it out loud. When the unavoidable was just a few days away, we couldn’t not say it anymore. That time, saying it out loud, that he was leaving, made it all real.
(i had typed something longer than this but apparently, my computer hasn’t fully come to terms with me yet so it died on me last night as I was typing my fingers off… oh well.)
© Maia Vida: January 2, 2010
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