Ghost of a Good Thing
Ryan/Summer
Ryan watched her when she wasn't looking. She watched him back whenever he was busy. He and Marissa were in the pool house, kissing, talking, obviously in love. She and Seth hung out in his room, watched movies, joking and teasing and kissing to shut the other up. They argued about everything and then they went back to perfect teenage love. Over Seth's shoulder, over Marissa's head, they danced at the party and pretended that it was okay. They pretended that they were in love, and they were happy, and nothing could change that. Drinks later, Marissa's dad picked her up and Ryan stayed behind, worried, and Seth had gone home and Summer was bored, and there was nothing stopping them as Ryan offered to drive her home. They didn't love each other. They weren't in love, they tried not to care, not to see that they were cut the same. They were both wise, didn't say what they meant, knew more than they let on. The drive home was silent. In her driveway, they kissed. It was too hard, and their noses bumped, and he didn't know where to put his hands and her ring got caught in his hair. Her head tilted up so that it hurt her neck, and their chests heaved hard as they pulled apart. It felt perfect. It wasn't love. The next day, Ryan happily kissed Marissa hello, held her to his chest as they watched a movie in the den. Summer and Seth made out upstairs on top of his comics, pulling apart only to continue arguing. Summer sat in Seth's lap and watched Ryan as he made grilled cheese. Ryan watched her out the window as she walked to her car. Then they went back to being separately in love.
Ghost of a Good Thing, Dashboard Confessionals
(I guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck
You've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love but it's like you said...
Love is like a role that we play
But I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But you're chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself,
As the real thing is getting away from you again
while you're chasing ghosts
Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't made for this
No, they weren't made for this)
Ryan/Summer
Ryan watched her when she wasn't looking. She watched him back whenever he was busy. He and Marissa were in the pool house, kissing, talking, obviously in love. She and Seth hung out in his room, watched movies, joking and teasing and kissing to shut the other up. They argued about everything and then they went back to perfect teenage love. Over Seth's shoulder, over Marissa's head, they danced at the party and pretended that it was okay. They pretended that they were in love, and they were happy, and nothing could change that. Drinks later, Marissa's dad picked her up and Ryan stayed behind, worried, and Seth had gone home and Summer was bored, and there was nothing stopping them as Ryan offered to drive her home. They didn't love each other. They weren't in love, they tried not to care, not to see that they were cut the same. They were both wise, didn't say what they meant, knew more than they let on. The drive home was silent. In her driveway, they kissed. It was too hard, and their noses bumped, and he didn't know where to put his hands and her ring got caught in his hair. Her head tilted up so that it hurt her neck, and their chests heaved hard as they pulled apart. It felt perfect. It wasn't love. The next day, Ryan happily kissed Marissa hello, held her to his chest as they watched a movie in the den. Summer and Seth made out upstairs on top of his comics, pulling apart only to continue arguing. Summer sat in Seth's lap and watched Ryan as he made grilled cheese. Ryan watched her out the window as she walked to her car. Then they went back to being separately in love.
Ghost of a Good Thing, Dashboard Confessionals
(I guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck
You've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love but it's like you said...
Love is like a role that we play
But I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But you're chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself,
As the real thing is getting away from you again
while you're chasing ghosts
Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't made for this
No, they weren't made for this)