For those interested, actetate was used 'til about the late eighties for printing photographs of sorts.
This song is definetely more about "me" than this silly girl who can't see what she's missing with this gardner who won't "presume to inhale [her]." Rather than completely forsaking whatever sense of pride he still has after seeing those "pouting blue eyes," he keeps himself out of the danger of becoming just another boy for this girl to belittle with the help of a mattress. But still, deep down he just wants her to be the one he's been looking for. He knows she's not, after all, he'd thought he'd found that a thousand times before, nothing special. He just keeps on trying because it keeps him going despite the hopeless fatigue of pursuing this non-existent something special. The acetate is just one last stab at being remembered by someone you know you'll forget.
For those interested, actetate was used 'til about the late eighties for printing photographs of sorts. This song is definetely more about "me" than this silly girl who can't see what she's missing with this gardner who won't "presume to inhale [her]." Rather than completely forsaking whatever sense of pride he still has after seeing those "pouting blue eyes," he keeps himself out of the danger of becoming just another boy for this girl to belittle with the help of a mattress. But still, deep down he just wants her to be the one he's been looking for. He knows she's not, after all, he'd thought he'd found that a thousand times before, nothing special. He just keeps on trying because it keeps him going despite the hopeless fatigue of pursuing this non-existent something special. The acetate is just one last stab at being remembered by someone you know you'll forget.