“Wreck of the Day”

Sometimes I swear the music I listen to was written for me. Written about me.

Some nights it’s Sugarland. Other nights it’s Disturbed.

Tonight (or last night, rather, since that’s when I actually wrote this, so bear with the rest of this post in the present-even-though-it-should-technically-be-past tense) it’s Anna Nalick.

I don’t even remember how or when I discovered her. I think it was her song, “Breathe” that was most popular. Or maybe it was “Forever Love” or “Wreck of the Day.” (I actually don’t have a clue which song was popular because I now have her entire album, “Wreck of the Day,” in my iTunes and in my brain.)

For years now, my writing has been inspired by music. I’ve never been a musician per se (aside from my career in the high school band – god I’m a badass) but music has always moved me. Sometimes it’s the melody, the pure sound of it… but a lot of the time, it’s the lyrics.

I’m a sucker for words.

I dissect the songs, picking and choosing which parts fit me.

For example, a lot of her songs seem to be about a broken heart and my heart? Not broken. My heart’s alive and well, actually, thankyouverymuch. No mean men in my life.

But part of my life feels broken lately. I don’t know if it’s the constant late nights away from home, not seeing the boyfriend any more now that he’s not working than I did when he was working or not having the internet at home (oh, who am I kidding? It’s all three of those things.) but… yeah. Broken. Or maybe incomplete? Or like something’s there that shouldn’t be, that needs to be replaced.

And, really, I’ve been working to remedy what I’m 99% sure is the cause of this yucky feeling, but it hasn’t exactly been going in my favor. So do ME a favor and send some good thoughts my way? Even if it’s just a tiny little two second thought. Thanks.

And now, because this is the song I immediately started thinking of on my drive home from work tonight:

“Wreck of the Day” – Anna Nalick
Driving away from the wreck of the day and the light’s always red in the rear view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I’d cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up … on love

Driving away from the wreck of the day and I’m thinking ’bout calling on Jesus
Cuz love doesn’t hurt so I know I’m not falling in love, I’m just falling to pieces
And if this is giving up, then I’m giving up … on love

And maybe I’m not up for being a victim of love
When all my resistance will never be distance enough

Driving away from the wreck of the day and it’s finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I’m giving up … on love

Obviously the “giving up on love” part doesn’t apply, but damn near all of the rest does. Even kindof the “giving up” part.