Besides, maybe this time it's different - I mean, I really think you like me.

Traces of optimism lie in the following:


Yours is the first face that I saw.
I think I was blind before I met you.
Now I don’t know where I am,
I don’t know where I’ve been,
but I know where I want to go.

And so I thought I’d let you know
that these things take forever -
I especially am slow -
but I realize that I need you
and I wondered if I could come home.

There's a wall of ice I need to smash before I can reach anything creative. It's a really thin wall, too, but it's like I'm in one of those dreams where I try to punch someone in a fight and my fist is really sluggish, like I'm underwater. It doesn't matter how thin the wall is if I can't move quickly enough to break through. Does that make sense? Probably not.

I think I lost myself somewhere in high school. It's strange how I was happier before I really had very many friends - back when my friends were the people who liked me instead of the people I could fool into thinking I was cool. Maybe that's still not true - I don't know who I consider my "friend" and who I consider just a "friendly acquaintance." There are some of my "friends" who I might even call "strangers."

Here's a secret that's probably pretty evident if you spend any time around me at all - I don't use the word "friend" or even "love" liberally at all, even though I feel that they are both fairly noncommittal in most situations.

Here's a bigger secret:

I love everyone - yes, everyone - I've met at school over the past few years. They are all good people, despite how it might sometimes seem to others. And I believe that, at least at one time or another, they have all been sincere with me - that's hard to do.

I guess having a lot of friends isn't really as important as some people think it is, or as important as I thought it was back when I was fifteen or sixteen. It's easy to think that, though, when you have friends.

Making sense is something I rarely do anymore.

So if you want to be with me,
with these things there’s no telling,
we'll just have to wait and see.
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
than waiting to win the lottery.
Besides, maybe this time is different -
I mean, I really think you like me.

What do I think this song is about? Probably what it says it's about. What do I take away from it?

It's about seeing and understanding things for the first time - maybe understanding them so well that you're suddenly willing to put the work in to make your dreams reality, even if it's difficult, especially for you. It's deciding that working towards happiness is a better option than waiting to see if happiness happens to you.

I want to follow that happiness.

And you said, “This is the first day of my life.
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you.
But now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you
and I’d probably be happy.”

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.

END.