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Sunday, August 07, 2005

So Long, So Long - Dashboard Confessional

Hand out the window, floatin' on air..
just a flip of the wrist, I'd be waving you goodbye.
Drive past the lifeguard stand, where I'd sit around
waitin' for you to remember..
this guy really likes this girl.. actually, it's more like loves this girl. you'll see why later on. anyway, as he drives away from the beach (which is where the two of them were hanging out) he's basically "floating on air" because he was just spending time with her. he can't get her out of his head, and she gives him that feeling when she's with him that nothing could ever be wrong. the butterflies.. just.. everything. and as he sits there with her, talking, hanging out.. he waits for her to remember all of the great things that they've had, because to him, those times were the greatest things he'd ever experienced. they were times that he wouldn't trade for ANYTHING. no matter what..

Well past the beach hotels,
where the girls are gettin' bronzed on their monogrammed towels.
And I drive this ocean road,
and I remember..
as he drives away from the beach where him and this girl were talking, everything that's happened to them.. like all their times together, all their talks.. begin to flood his memories.

How the girls could turn a ghost before your eyes,
and the very dreams that led to them
are keepin' them from dyin'..
this girl that he spent so much time with.. had these great experiences with.. seems to be fading from his life rapidly. the thoughts that he had about her even before they were with each other are the ones that he's having after the fact. those thoughts are keeping her presence steadily alive in his mind.. but not only his mind. his heart..

And how the grace with which she walked into your life
will stay with you in your steps.. pace with you a while.
For so long, so long.. For so long, so long..
the way she just walked into his life he knows will ALWAYS be with him.. no matter how far along in life they get, and no matter how far apart they've grown. the memory of her will never fade. i believe he repeats the line "so long, so long" for a purpose. because it has meaning so beyond what anyone could explain. that memory will forever be with him.

The speaker in this door is blown, so nothing sounds quite right.
And I drive this ocean road.. and remember..
The small of your back, the nape of your neck,
and the soft way you'd hold me in the night.
he continues driving along this road.. continues remembering. the music in his car isn't quite working too well, so it just adds to the remembering because he doesn't have anything else to concentrate on. as he remembers, he begins to think about the more specific things about her. the things that make her how beautiful she is.

And I will leave under the cover of summer's kiss upon the sky,
like the storm-face of your lover just before she says goodbye.
I was thinking that the season could be held between my arms.
But just as summer's hold is fleeting, I was here and now I'm gone.
I'm gone.. I'm gone..
he leaves the place that he was with her in the early evening.. even before she can say goodbye. he's thinking about leaving her for good because he knows that nothing will ever happen again. the time they spent together was amazing, but he doesn't know if he can deal with being around her without being closer to her. finally, he just decides to let go.. this could have two different meanings though. he could be totally letting go, and not wanting to have anything to do with the situation.. or he could be letting the idea of any further relationship with her go, and just staying friends with her. but he knows it's a very hard thing to do.. especially when you want to be with that person.

umm.. i take this song to be some type of relationship that began to form during summertime, which is kind of ironic.. i think it applies a lot to a situation that i'm in right now though. gosh.. i almost hope my ending isn't the same.

this has been an evaluation by that one runner kid.




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