Thursday, June 23, 2005

I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped

This song's on my mind, and I just realized that it really kind of sums up our freshman year at SU in a kind of melancholy, interesting way. Here's to all those times and the hope that they will all continue come August.
When I was young, I knew everything,
She a punk who rarely ever took advice.
Now I'm guilt-stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor.
Stopping baby's breath and a shoe full of rice.

I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face.
I won't be held responsible.
She fell in love in the first place.

For the life of me, I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise.
For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins.
We were merely freshmen.

My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her.
His girl took a week's worth of valium and slept.
Now he's guilt-stricken, sobbing with his head on the floor.
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept. He says,

"I can't be held responsible.
She was touching her face.
I won't be held responsible.
She fell in love in the first place.

For the life of me, I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise.
For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins.
We were merely freshmen."

We've tried to wash our hands of all of this.
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt-stricken, sobbing with our heads on the floor.
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip. We'd say...

The Verve Pipe, "The Freshmen"

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