gold rush is so excellent and it perfectly encapsulates what it’s like yearning over someone you can’t have + romanticizing them and filling in gaps of their life and their personality that you’re unacquainted with in your head (what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? / with your hair falling into place like dominoes / my mind turns your life into folklore) and realizing all the daydreaming is futile (and then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea / ‘cause it could never be) so you snap out of it for your own good (i can’t dare to dream about you anymore) even if the thought of losing yourself into fantasies of this person is incredibly tempting (gleaming, twinkling / eyes like sinking ships on waters / so inviting, i almost jump in)
so um gold rush. that thing when you see a girl so pretty and you get this flash of hatred and resentment but also attraction and longing and you cant figure out which it is because you dont have the words to express it properly so your thoughts are just cycling between insults and vivid daydreams of being with her, but daydreams are all they are because youre too conflicted to ever even try so you dismiss it and forget until all thats left is a vague sense of dislike (but even then you cant keep your eyes from following her)
