It's one of these songs.
The kind that brings tears of joy. That gently rips your heart out of your ribcage. One reminding you there is someone, somewhere. Yes: you might not have been thinking about it in the same way if you hadn't been fucked up by romantic comedies and fairy tale love stories. Deep down inside, you know how stupid you are for even thinking the shit that's going through your head.
But that's the beauty of it.
Listening to this makes you feel like a kid again, one that still believed in many things that have since disappeared. A teenage moron who wrote bad poems for girls he couldn't dare to approach. He didn't care about his bank account or his job title. He wasn't always fun, but his naiveté pinches your heart. He's you. The 'know-it-all' idiot you've carefully buried under the guise of 'growing up'.
But simple words and guitar chords bring it all back. You become him and think of her. There's always a 'her'. Usually, she got away. Or you got away and regret it. Or you never had her. But building your life on the missing seems like the least crazy thing we do. And by 'we' I mean me, as a former friend would remind me.
Sometimes, it feels good to be all ages at once. And something that makes you feel this way truly deserves to be called: art.
