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It sounds lonelier than it is. But I'd rather lose myself in a sea of strangers than find myself one-on-one with an acquaintance.
Still, I'm drawn to him. Annoyingly drawn. Like a bruised and wayward moth flying into a flickering light bulb.
But if I close my eyes
And wish it all away
Pretend I'm someone else,
Pretend I'm here to stay
Gave us half a chance,
Let my stupid heart decide
There's no doubt in my mind,
You'd be mine
I wrote this song for a boy. A boy I fell in love with against impossible odds. So this award is for you, Jefferson. If I had to choose my favorite, you'd be mine.
My pathetic heart couldn't be clearer on the issue of Jefferson. This song is a confession and a condemnation in one; regretting something that was over before it even began. But I know, I know, it would have been big. It would have been real and true and sappy as hell.
Wherever these boys are finding their denim, I want a lifetime membership to their mailing catalog.
What comes to mind when you think of Clay Coolidge?"
(...)
"Sex appeal, boozehound, makes love to the mic, rock star, stadium filler.
So that's that, then. You don't want me."
"Oh, I want you. Never doubt that. But now isn't the right time. So I'm going to turn around, walk through that door" -his mouth twitches in the corner- "and pretend to sleep while replaying that kiss until I give up and drown myself in a cold shower.
Maybe I selfishly figured out Clay was as lonely as I am. Or maybe I did hope he was pining after me a little. Not realistically, of course, but in a faraway kind of way. Like in the way one might daydream about a popular boy in school who the teacher assigns as your lab partner. Your relationship is purely based on frog spleens and formaldehyde, but sometimes he laughs at your joke and you think... maybe. Maybe.
It's the "maybe" I'm mourning. The daydreams, even. That's what I'm all out of sort about. My lab partner asked someone else to the dance, and I'm left with the uncomfortable realization he was just being polite.
It was pretend.
It was supposed to be this act professionals do for laughs. For profit. For whatever it was until it no longer was any of those things for the two people that mattered: me and him.
