Death Cab for Cutie - We Looked Like Giants

God bless the daylight
The sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every Thursday
I’d brave those mountain passes
And you’d skip your early classes
And we’d learn how our bodies worked

This is my favorite Death Cab song and I don’t really like many Death Cab songs anymore, at the old age of almost 23. Whenever I hear this song, it instantly smells like winter to me, and when it smells like winter, I immediately think of this song. It reminds me of being 18 and only having classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and driving to the mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee with my exboyfriend and camping. He even drove a gray subcompact. I hear this and I can see my awkward limbs in jeans and a black coat, my hair cut boyshort but pixieish then, little pieces of dark hair peeking from underneath my knitted hat, standing nearby as he built a fire, his gloves in the snow. I can see my breath as I look at the nearby mountains, seeming to lean in to whisper things that you can’t hear at sea level. Even there, physically so close, we were so far apart emotionally and I felt nothing but the dark confusion that colors everything at 18. I thought I loved him but I only knew how to love the idea of love unlike now when the opposite is true.