wanting was enough, [august lyric breakdown]

it's that time again.

welcome to august, and here we go streaming august over and over again. thanks to the summer i turned pretty series (season 2), this track of taylor swift's going back to my top 5 spotify (though it was never really leaving my fave list).

the perfect song for those hopeless romantics. for all second choices. for the maybes. for what ifs.

salt air and the rust on your door

i never needed anything more

what is summer without ocean breeze and hot sun on the sand, shining through the shore cottage?

whispers of "are you sure?"

"never have i ever before"

okay so even though it is definitely meant to lose the 'first time', for me it's not only literally, but also metaphorically. giving the maiden head is actually one of important period for a woman, saying it will be remembered for her whole life.

and what is the most prized factor for it if not trust and believe?

but i can see us lost in the memory

august slipped away into a moment in time

'cause it was never mine

and i can see us twisted in bed sheets

august sipped away like a bottle of wine

'cause you were never mine

as everyone know already, summer is the best time of the year, when every moment counts and passed too fast at the same time. we never want summer to end. and sometimes, it felt like a dream. everything happened in a whip, so much.

and they said what's happening in summer, stay in summer. do any of it ever be ours to keep it forever?

your back beneath the sun

wishing i could write my name on it

will you call, when you're back at school?

i remember thinking i had you

it's clear as day that whatever happened in summer, she knew it deep in her heart that it might not lasts long. even just to write names on his back, she felt that doubt and wary.

having daydream that whatever happened in summer could last after, seemed like a dream that was too far to be reached upon.

back when we were still changin' for the better

wanting was enough

for me, it was enough

to live for the hope of it all

cancel plans just in case you'd call

and say, "meet me behind the mall"

so much for summer love and saying "us"

'cause you weren't mine to lose

you weren't mine to lose, no

deny. more denies. and angry.

reminiscing happy moments in past was foolish act but one could hoped for it all. don't need anything shiny, anything pricey, just the so-called "us" in those hazy little whiles might worth our whiles. that was enough.

indeed when we feel like a flying bird wing its way into cloud of nine, we tend to ignore most important things. what was realist if we could be blissful? most of the time human fall into same hurt again to learn things. woe is me.

'cause you were never mine

never mine

but do you remember?

remember when I pulled up and said "get in the car"

and then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?

back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all

"meet me behind the mall"

...

alright she's a fool, i am a fool, we're a fool. but don't you remember all of what i've done for you to get you to see me? what i must let go to get you stay beside me? welcome to the third stage of griefs: bargaining.

can't you just see, through me?

back when I was livin' for the hope of it all (for the hope of it all)

for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all

(for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all)

holding fast to the hopes was the least we could do, where hope is the last thing ever lost.