15-08-2011, 03:57 PM
Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
Rachel Cohn & David Levithan
I move my feet, turn away from her, try to pretend she's not there, which is the biggest like I've ever not laughed at.
It does. And if I left, you'd probably want to give me my jacket back. And if you did, I wouldn't be able to put it on because the whole time I'd be knowing how perfectly it fit on you. How even thought the sleeves are ridiculously too long and the colar is all fucked up and for all I know some guy named Salvatore is going to come in this very club in two minutes and say, 'Hey, that is my jacket' and strike up a conversation and sweep you off you feet away from me - even though all those things are true or possibly true, I just can't ruin the picture of you sitting there across from me wearing my jacket better than anyone else ever could. If I don't owe it to you and I don't owe it to me, I at least owe it to Salvatore.
I look up and it's funny. Because I swear it's Tris standing over me, looking sympathetic. It's like being on one of those TV shows where the deaf mother comes back every once in a while to talk. Impossible, but right when you'll most expect her.
Other bands, it's about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles , they know what they were doing. You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?
'What?'
I Wanna Hold Your Hand', First Single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps, the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hit we sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand.
Rachel Cohn & David Levithan
I move my feet, turn away from her, try to pretend she's not there, which is the biggest like I've ever not laughed at.
It does. And if I left, you'd probably want to give me my jacket back. And if you did, I wouldn't be able to put it on because the whole time I'd be knowing how perfectly it fit on you. How even thought the sleeves are ridiculously too long and the colar is all fucked up and for all I know some guy named Salvatore is going to come in this very club in two minutes and say, 'Hey, that is my jacket' and strike up a conversation and sweep you off you feet away from me - even though all those things are true or possibly true, I just can't ruin the picture of you sitting there across from me wearing my jacket better than anyone else ever could. If I don't owe it to you and I don't owe it to me, I at least owe it to Salvatore.
I look up and it's funny. Because I swear it's Tris standing over me, looking sympathetic. It's like being on one of those TV shows where the deaf mother comes back every once in a while to talk. Impossible, but right when you'll most expect her.
Other bands, it's about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles , they know what they were doing. You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?
'What?'
I Wanna Hold Your Hand', First Single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps, the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hit we sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand.