Sometimes I get so frustrated with myself because I hear a song that completely verbalizes everything I’m feeling, and I start to wonder why I can’t make my words come out so perfectly and neatly and wrapped up so prettily. How can someone else understand me so well?
On that note, here’s the latest song to describe my life. Matt Wertz, how did you know this is what I needed? Why are you so talented? Can we be friends?
I’m waiting
All my life
Been waiting
To get it right
But that still seems like it’s so far awayI’m taking
All the advice
I’m given
Trying to find out
How a kid like me becomes a man‘Cause I guess I’m just scared
I’m the only one here
Growing old, growing old
But not quite growing upMaybe
If I had a somebody
Maybe
She would stand by me
And somehow then I would act my ageBut until then
I’ll be the one
Pretending
I’m perfectly fine
With all this living life on my own‘Cause I guess I’m just scared
I’m the only one here
Growing old, growing old
But not quite growing up‘Cause I guess I’m just scared
I’m the only one here
Growing old, growing old
But not quite growing upI’ll be waiting.
- Matt Wertz, “Waiting”
Go spend the ninety-nine cents to download the story of my life. Or buy the whole Under Summer Sun album because it’s fabulous and completely worth the ten dollars. Go support the man who apparently knows exactly what I’m feeling.
How come I can’t find a man like that in the real world? I think that’s a different post for a different day.
