Song Lyric Sunday: Wounded

Well, here we are on another Song Lyric Sunday. And today I went out and drank wine in the rain, so this one should be extra intruiging and sassy-frassy and whatnot!

On Wednesday morning my car got broken into in the alley behind my condo (which I usually NEVER park in, cuz we have a parking spot but Bryan parked there that night) and my ipod was stolen and though I was Batman on that day, it was a very sad day. And so I did not write any journal entries for a couple of days because I was very sad.

I still do not have a new Ipod because I have been decision-making but I will probably get one tomorrow. And then I will no longer be sad. But I will also no longer be Batman. Because the camper who lent me the Batman costume took it home.

Anyway! It is Song Lyric Sunday! Hooray!

Lyrics:

And you used to speak so easy
Now you're afraid to talk to me
It's like walking with the wounded
Carrying that weight way too far
The concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
Missing you
Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark

~ Wounded, Third Eye Blind

To start: I freaking love Third Eye Blind. There is so much more to them than Semi-Charmed Kinda Life (which people always forget is about crystal meth and cocaine and all the things that you try to use to get life) and Jumper (which is about... well, everyone knows what Jumper is about). Stephan Jenkins can be a little pretentious (I have the greatest hits album and some of his descriptions about why he selected certain songs for the album are hilarious) but, damn, can he write lyrics.

And, really, I listen to songs for the lyrics.

Wounded... is about a lot of things, really. Jenkins wrote it for a particular friend, but some things are universal and some things really hit home in regards to specific situations for me. Third Eye Blind argues that it is one of their best songs. I didn't fully appreciate it until recently.

But today, in particular, I'm thinking about truth. And how certain truths bind you to someone at the exact time they push you away from them. Well... truths and secrets. And a particular secret that I told someone who I'm still not sure if I should have rather than my very best friends - and it changed things. And I'm still not sure if it was fair to them. And suddenly my impulses and my instincts have changed... and I just don't know. Wounded doesn't have any answers, only encouragement.

And I'm being called out to drink more wine in the rain, so I am going to go.

I have to work at 7:30 again tomorrow, I might as well have some fun.