Big town Synthetic apparitions of not being lonely "Look, he's having a breakdown Oh, what a let down, a shame, I think he might die" And now she's dancing enthralling, I guess I gotta wait my turn I said, "Don't fall in love with the moment" She said, "I've got a lot to learn" And you know I'm in love with this city But the green is turning brown And I just look pathetic now If she likes it 'cause we just don't eat And we're so intelligent, she's American If she says I've gotta fix my teeth Then she's so American (she's American) And if she likes it 'cause we just don't eat And we're socially relevant, she's American If she says I've gotta fix my teeth Then she's so American (she's American) She's inducing sleep to avoid pain And I think she's got a gun divinely decreed and custom made She calls on the phone like the old days, expecting the world And don't fall in love with the moment And think you're in love with the girl There's no more water in this city But be careful or you'll drown You think you've got it figured out If she likes it 'cause we just don't eat And we're so intelligent, she's American If she says I've gotta fix my teeth Then she's so American (she's American) And if she likes it 'cause we just don't eat And we're socially relevant, she's American If she says I've gotta fix my teeth Then she's so American (she's American) Well, your face got a hold on me But your brain is proper weird Are you feeling the same? You just keep nodding at me, looking vacant She's American She's American If she likes it 'cause we just don't eat And we're so intelligent, she's American If she says I've gotta fix my teeth Then she's so American (she's American) If she likes it 'cause we just don't eat And we're socially relevant, she's American If she says I've gotta fix my teeth Then she's so American (she's American)
the phone screen lit up with a notification, the blue of it highlighting the side of my face as i placed my hands on the bathroom counter, gripping the marble with an alarming grip. The mere sight of his being leaning against the wall had awakened something ferocious in me, i would have almost walked up to him, almost asked him if we could talk again. The sound of his voice, the warmth of his hands. I wanted to reminisce it all. "Our love has gotten cold you're entwining your soul with somebody else." Only then i beheld the presence beside him, a beer bottle in her hands, her hands entwined with his. I walked out there as fast as i could, the unflinching truth of a love lost flashing in front of my eyes. Almost. Thats what it was, nothing more, nothing less. Perhaps only if she had stayed a little longer, pushing away past the pain, would she have seen how he almost tooka step towards her, the uncertainty in his depths, the plea on his lips. Perhaps she would have seen how he too, couldn't bear the sight of her with somebody else.
As some one who shifts realities and likes to make up scenarios and plots for my DR's, I like to traumatize and make myself and others sad from my plots so here's the plot to my PJO DR to which I dated Luke Castellan but I'm aligning a snippet of it to the part of this song I like the most (and I basically relate the major part of the plot to it). **A LITTLE BIT OF PJO SPOILERS!!** "But I can see us lost in the memory, August slipped away into a moment in time. Cause it was never mine. And I can see us twisted in bedsheets, August sipped away like a bottle of wine, Cause you were never mine." Basically my DR self and Luke had been dating for a few years at the point where Lightning thief happened (and a little background info if ur a PJO fan yk that Luke had always hated the Gods) so when pookie betrayed Camp for Kronos homegirl was LOST. And yeah, basically everything they had had just became some point in time she missed. And since Luke had always resented the gods and might've put revenge before anything else, the line "Cause you were never mine" just MATCHES.
This song would be so much better if they didn't have that silly fake accent. Why do British people wake up every day and decide to sound like that? Even the Beatles decided not to sound British and they became the best thing Britain ever made.
Hey Chelsea, if you make it here just wanna say: I wish we had one more spin now that we both grew up a bit. My ex was pure evil and I nearly killed myself, but you were a good one - just incredibly distant and not ready.
That little metallic drum fill every three bars is so minimal yet completely elevates the groove of this song beyond your typical house/pop beat. Love that ooh-aah vocal synth too, more prominent here.
PoV: She/he left you the last moment when your gonna confess to him/her you ran into the bathroom to cry, you lost your only chance, It's all ruined now, you'll never live together with him/her, It's hopeless.....
Sometimes I feel like it's good to be a person whose soul is quiet and finds peace, and who doesn't need to race against time, or feel pressure about it... I think a lot about whether I should feel pressured About the world just because I'm growing up.
Si les soy sincera, las vibras que me da esto es más cuando ya ye pasaste de copas, estas vomitando en el baño, por lo tanto, tus oídos están sumbando por devolver, el baño amortigua el sonido. Pero sabes que cuando termines, vas a ir con el encargado de la música y si es necesario pagaras para poder bailarla a gusto.
This is the story of Augustine. "Are you sure it's ok for me to be here?" "Girl, she literally invited you. Yes, it's fine. I think she doesn't want you to feel bad. She's actually really nice." Dorothea assures me. "I know," I whisper. Betty. The nice girl. The good girl. She's perfect and you can't hate her for it. One of those girls that is popular because everybody does really like her, because, well, why wouldn't they? In contrast, there's me, Augustine, the bad girl. Slut, homewrecker, and maybe fun for a little while, but never forever. I suppose she pitied me or felt bad for the way her friends would look at me every time they passed me in the hallway because here I was, at her party, standing in a corner like I always was. Well, not always, I suppose I wasn't always like this, but that was before James. Dorothea was saying something, maybe about her internship next summer at a studio in Hollywood? I don't know, I don't think I'd be able to hear her if I tried. All I could focus on was Betty. I felt horrible for what I had done to her. Of course, James had made them being "on a break" really sound like "broken up", but thinking about it too much didn't help. I was so naïve. So naïve. I was a freshman, he was a senior. I was so swept up in the awe of it all I didn't stop to think about whether it was right. It felt right in the moment. A sudden knock on the door brought her thoughts to stop. All heads turned to see who showed up over an hour late to the party. Betty, wrapped in a knitted sweater stood up with an amused smile and walked over to let the unpunctual person inside. I avert my eyes so that people won't see me staring at her. They have enough to gossip about. I try to not look up but then, a gasp is heard across the room. I give up and look. And God, I wish I hadn't. "Betty," James says with a nervous smile. Betty stands frozen in the doorway. Her smile is long gone. "Uh, can I come in?" he asks. Betty's politeness gets the best of her and she steps aside. James waits for a second, probably for her to come to her senses and kick him out. But she says nothing, still too stunned to say anything. James sees his opportunity and takes it. "Betty, I need you to let me explain. What I did to you, it's the worst thing I've ever done. But, me and her," Eyes across the room turn to me and it takes everything in me to not ignore them, "it was just a summer thing." Just a summer thing. God, that hurt. I knew that's what it was to him, but, hearing it out loud, was so much more painful. "She's nothing to me. Truly. Just a mistake. But Betty, you, you are my everything. And yeah, I slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long." And that's when I can't take it any longer. I stumble away, knowing every eye is on me. I somehow find the bathroom and lock myself in it. I had already been crying, silently, but soon the body-racking sobs come upon me. I slide against the door and finally let myself relive every memory of that summer. That beautiful, horrible, perfect, wretched summer. A sad, beautiful, tragic, love affair.
It's 2023, and I still love put this video on, then I place my cellphone under the pillow and it seems the sound comes from some distant dream from my past while I try to fall in sleep
