Posted After The Fact...

Monday, December 3, 2007
Posted after the fact…

Good eve— errr… morning, yall.

I can't sleep.

I'm stuck in a tour-induced time warp, meaning my hours of operation fall between 1 pm and 4-5 am. Its ridiculous. Since we hit home yesterday morning, I find myself killing time by watching Fresh Prince marathons and hitting up the diner for late-night pancakes (chocolate chip, please.) Despite my inability to get back into the swing of every day life, (the kind of life NOT lived on a tour bus) I've gotta say that it feels wonderful to be home.
Truth be told I started going a little crazy towards the end of the Boys Like Girls tour, and the thought of being home for the holidays became more and more appealing with each and every mile marker we rolled by. Now don't get me wrong, by no means am I bummed about my band, or the amazing lifestyle we somehow managed to fall into… but I will go on the record and say that after spending the good portion of this year on the road, I'm thrilled to be laying in my own bed. Its for this reason I felt it fitting that I share a little somethin' somethin' from the collection of my mid-tour musings with the world. Take it however you want to, I'm not going to explain myself, but pleeaaaase let me know your thoughts n' feelings if you see fit.

Here goes:

I write for no one but myself,
so why is it that every word,
every line,
every thought,
is critiqued, judged, and cast aside,
as my hands race to punch "apple s"?
I swear I can't explain why those two keys aren't either broken,
(you know, the kind of broken where the key just sort of sticks in place until you pry it up with a number two pencil, or an unfolded paper clip,)
or faded to the point where neither figure is at all discernible.
It is, after all, a race my hands never win. (LOSERS!)

I am in control of no one but myself,
or so I've been told,
over and over again,
but low and behold,
some scholars are liars.
Who would have thunk that the educated could be so misleading,
in times when all a kid needs,
is to be told that at some point in life,
we all lose our minds.

I care about everyone but myself,
unless you're listening.
I'm always watching,
always waiting for the next available moment in time,
when I can lash out and make something of myself,
for myself,
because unless I'm doing,
I'm wasting,
and there are too many out there who are far too quick to judge.

I hope to better myself,
to make ends meet,
and find answers to all of these rhetorical questions,
posed lightly on a virtual plane,
so as not to overwhelm my OVER-WORKED brain. (poor brain x.x)
I just want to set foot on my own door-step for once,
take a big, deep breath,
and realize that once again,
I belong to an address,
not the other way around.

Its easy to forget how to appreciate your front door,
when you're always walking through it.


There you have it. Like I said before, let me know what you take from it, I know what I was feeling at the time, but how's it make YOU feel?
A big thanks to anyone and everyone who came out to watch us play this year; its been one of the most intense, but amazing ones I've lived so far, so thank you all for being a part of it. I can't wait for the next one. Man… I'm turning 20 in a couple weeks. Crazy. Anyway, I'm gonna try to get some sleep.

Th-th-th-that's all folks!



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