#lol get a futon you’re a band /j

[the-navistar-carol]

Thinking about how, when I first listened to the Lunineers’ Cleopatra album, “Ophelia” or “Angela” didn’t stick with me. Not “Sleep on the Floor, or “My Eyes,” though they’re all in the same vein of ‘sad song wondering about what could have been’

What stuck with me was “Cleopatra,” and especially because of why I was listening to that album — I listened because someone else liked them. Someone else, across the country, liked the Lumineers. So I listened.

Wholeheartedly in the vein of “analyzing and romanticizing my life like a novel,” I think there’s more weight to hear the but I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant/damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around than just what they said. they said more to me, with the late for the love of my life, with the when I die I’ll be on time.

But I read the script/and the costume fit/so I’ll play my part.

I’unno. Maybe I’m overthinking. I’m most likely overthinking and adding weight to something that’s just… that. A song. A sad one, but a song. Even so, I like the weight. I’ll always associate “Cleopatra” with that person, not just for its meaning, and also because they love that artist. I’ll associate every single Lumineers song with them because of it.

Maybe that’s okay, too.