505
By Adila Apsara - 20:40
I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
It has almost been two years since I discovered the existence of this song in the beginning of summer in 2015. This song was a part of the playlist on 8tracks and it caught my attention immediately.
Until today, this song still gives me so much memories and meanings and I'm still not tired from listening to it once in a while.
Once upon a time, this song gave me a meaning about one guy who lives 2 hours away from me and how I adored him to bits. Days spent without his presence were days spent trying to hear his voice through the telephone or just plain daydreaming about how it would be nice to have him by my side.
And hence... it created my own five 'o five.
Stop and wait a sec
Oh when you look at me like that my darling
What did you expect
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked
The feelings were so strong. Or at least that's how I thought it was.
I could still remember how it feels like as if I was consumed from the inside. And being the ignorant self that I sometimes become, I romanticize everything about him. Even the unanswered calls did not bother me for a bit.
Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
To just go back to five 'o five was once, my only wish. I thought about the two hours of drive and how I should just leave the place where I used to be in the moment. The town in where I lived my life for six months long. I didn't want to be there. I used to just curl up on my bed with my hands between my thighs. Just like the verse of this song.
But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
...and a smile
And in the haze of desperation I discovered myself. He left for real. And it made me realize something. About how I actually have been more attached to someone else. Someone who has been nearer all along. And when I knew, it was time for me to pack up and leave.
Now in a completely new place, more than a year and a half had gone through. And the truth still feels so hurtful that I still hear this song with the same feelings.
Because then I know that the place where I used to lay down with my hands between my thighs, the town where I did not want to be in, the one that has always been near,
they were the real five 'o five.
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P.S. the pic isn't mine. and hey yeah so I decided to post this because I like the way sometimes I try too hard to write a poem or a rhythm or just some paragraphs of words that actually don't make sense but sounds pretty okay to me. :D
These are all based on real life events but the feelings are changing so it's actually getting better ;)
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