How Do You Wake Up Defeated?
Today hurts. Not because of a crazy night of cocaine and hookers or a wild night full of Mad Dawg 20/20… no, today hurts for this reason: Most days I can out-run the fact that the odds are stacked against me. Let’s face it: The odds ARE stacked against me. I’m not a sexy pop star who makes college girls faint.
I’m also not very cool which means I’ll never be on the radio or collaborate with Fergie or Timberland (boots).
I’ve taken a couple of one-two punches lately (personally and musically). Hopes inflated and then busted just high enough to where the fall still hurts but you’re not completely broken when you hit the ground… just stunned. Most days I’m pretty good about fighting against the odds. Pushing them back until I can somehow fall asleep. I woke up this morning and was defeated before I got out of bed.
All that being said and taking a step back… things aren’t totally bad. Just a bad day. Cue Daniel Powter….
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Would you say you felt like Peter McNeeley?
You know I’m behind you, friend. not that that adds up to a hill of beans, but hey. it’s something.
And hey, Matt Wertz was once where you are at this exact instant…and he’s played the game by his rules and people noticed. Now for James Blunt, I got nothin’.
I’m sorry you’ve had a crappy day. I’m in a perpetual state of funk because I know what I’m supposed to do with this big ol’ life. I just don’t know how. And nothing’s becoming clear so I’m just stuck in neutral. The motor’s runnin’, the ipod’s blarin’, yet I’m not actually going anywhere, and I’m choking on the exhaust.
“I’m also not very cool”
not true. you may not be gansta, but you’re pretty damn cool.