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I don't listen to Fall-Out Boy on a regular basis. Never have; usually just on the radio. I like that type of music, but when it comes down to it, I prefer Taking Back Sunday, Panic! at the Disco, Sugarcult, and so on (for that genre, anyway).
But Fall-Out Boy has released two songs in the last two years that have stuck with me, much to my misfortune. As I definitely recall but have recounted only to private entries, the sour sympathy the song "Dance Dance" provided as I danced to it at a very cold ISP wall in January 2006 was infinitely less consequential than the sympathy that night later delivered.
And I was two quarters and a heart down for the majority of the rest of the school year. Words were all I had, so I wrote them, needing my thesis just to get by. Drinking till last call, as a last resort, and still, the spine was ultimately saved for someone else's mattress.
And now, "Thnks fr th Mmrs." I liked the song back in July, and so I added it to a mix CD I entitled "July" for the car. A lot of my favorite songs are on it, so it's still in the player. In December. "Thnks" is Track 4. Whenever I am lacking for a song to have in my head, which is usually in the morning when I'm getting ready for work, "Thnks" is there.
And I'm really not positive why it won't get out of my head and Fall-Out Boy won't get out of my subconscious. I interpret a sarcastic tone in the song, even in the line, "He tastes like you only sweeter."
I think I'm trying to tell my old life that this new adult life is so much sweeter. Except I'm really not so sure.
I would never go back to all the one night stands or insecurities of my old life. But I've been looking toward the future, and my eyesight is going back. In the crystal ball of life, it's always cloudy except when I look into the past. The past makes a hell of a lot more sense than the future does. Even if in the moment I couldn't see events or people as they really were/are, I take a pride in understanding and processing the past. The past is sweeter in hindsight.
You can prepare for the future all you want, but it's still gonna break your heart.
(you always fold just before you're found out / one night and one more time / we're falling apart to half time / thanks for the memories, even if they weren't that great / and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds / say a prayer but let the good times roll, in case god doesn't show)
dance dance life's just a dance.
But Fall-Out Boy has released two songs in the last two years that have stuck with me, much to my misfortune. As I definitely recall but have recounted only to private entries, the sour sympathy the song "Dance Dance" provided as I danced to it at a very cold ISP wall in January 2006 was infinitely less consequential than the sympathy that night later delivered.
And I was two quarters and a heart down for the majority of the rest of the school year. Words were all I had, so I wrote them, needing my thesis just to get by. Drinking till last call, as a last resort, and still, the spine was ultimately saved for someone else's mattress.
And now, "Thnks fr th Mmrs." I liked the song back in July, and so I added it to a mix CD I entitled "July" for the car. A lot of my favorite songs are on it, so it's still in the player. In December. "Thnks" is Track 4. Whenever I am lacking for a song to have in my head, which is usually in the morning when I'm getting ready for work, "Thnks" is there.
And I'm really not positive why it won't get out of my head and Fall-Out Boy won't get out of my subconscious. I interpret a sarcastic tone in the song, even in the line, "He tastes like you only sweeter."
I think I'm trying to tell my old life that this new adult life is so much sweeter. Except I'm really not so sure.
I would never go back to all the one night stands or insecurities of my old life. But I've been looking toward the future, and my eyesight is going back. In the crystal ball of life, it's always cloudy except when I look into the past. The past makes a hell of a lot more sense than the future does. Even if in the moment I couldn't see events or people as they really were/are, I take a pride in understanding and processing the past. The past is sweeter in hindsight.
You can prepare for the future all you want, but it's still gonna break your heart.
(you always fold just before you're found out / one night and one more time / we're falling apart to half time / thanks for the memories, even if they weren't that great / and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds / say a prayer but let the good times roll, in case god doesn't show)
dance dance life's just a dance.