Boxer
I’m so terrified of losing touch with my friends. I have maybe 4 or 5 really close to me and the thought of living my life without them is just horrible. I guess a part of this is selfishness, not wanting to miss out on any memories. I don’t want to move on and grow up and have to leave my friends behind.
This is why I’ve been connecting with The National a lot lately. Boxer seems to mirror my feelings and fears for losing my friends; “Green Gloves”, especially.
Falling out of touch with all my
Friends are somewhere getting wasted,
Hope they’re staying glued together,
I have arms for them.
Now I hardly know them
And I’ll take my time
I’ll carry them over, and I’ll make them mine.
But there’s a hope somewhere in these lines. I don’t just have to resign to leaving and losing them.
Interestingly, Boxer approaches alcohol in a way I relate to as well.
Put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
It floats around and takes me over
Like a little drop of ink in a glass of water
Getting drunk is a beautiful experience, captured here I think. Too much is made of its negatives and too much concern is thrown around; I am most at ease and possibly happiest in this state, and why not? Some of my best memories of recent times come from drunken nights, and long may they continue. It’s reassuring to see drinking approached in a mature, poetic way.
Where I am right now, is basically Boxer. A perfect summation of everything running through my head. A perfect album.
