Friday, July 20, 2007

Unwell...Well, Sorta

I've always loved how good song lyrics can say so much with so few words. Earlier tonight, over drinks with Sarah & Jien in Singapore, a Matchbox Twenty song came on and for some reason, the lyrics hit a nerve.

Maybe it's all the things that I've been feeling of late. Maybe it's the discomfort that comes with awareness of everything that I'm experiencing. Maybe it was just the vodka making me hear things. But in keeping it honest and honoring the moment, this corny-ass song from a few years back suddenly became my anthem for the night.

Matchbox Twenty? Speaking to me? Would not have happened 2 years ago. It's true what they say - time and distance can really make the difference.

Matchbox Twenty "Unwell"

All day, staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall
All night, hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on, I'm feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
I don't know why

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be Me

Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away

I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be

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