I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood in places to make it feel like home
but all I feel’s alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
or just the stirring in my soul
Either way, I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
So what, so I’ve got a smile on me
but it’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don’t believe me
Don’t believe me
When I say I’ve got it down
Everybody is just a stranger but
that’s the danger in going my own way
I guess it’s the price I have to pay
still “Everything happens for a reason”
is no reason not to ask myself”-”Why Georgia” John Mayer
I used to post lyrics that suited my moods, the drama in my life in lj posts, away messages, whereever I could get away with being all broody like. I’m not brooding now, more introspective, pensive if you will. But listening to some live John Mayer – as I often like to spend my nights when Fiance and I are enjoying some tea and a quiet pup, these lyrics kind of got to me in a way that I hadn’t thought about them since I was a freshman or sophomore in college. Gawd I was so annoying back then, so “emo”, so…broody.
I still have some of the thoughtfulness, the emotionalness … but it’s different now. I don’t know. I’m in a weird place and I’m…more hesitant to put it all out there. More so than I used to be with the livejournal, a trait that the Ex ALWAYS hated. He used to accuse me of over sharing in my “blog.” Which looking back on it, can see how it led to some of the destructiveness of our doomed-from-the-start relationship – but in same sense, he wasn’t a saint either.
But music just brings me back to who I am. Who I’ve always been, piecing together songs with moments, memories and emotions of my day to day life. I can always hear a song and remember something specific about when i heard it first or a time or person in my life that I associate it to.
Take me home John Mayer, time for me to finish up this album and finish my tea and get my sick ass to bed. (and by sick I mean literally. Sore throat. Ear ache. Not a good scene)
