I feel disgusting and shameful being a “songwriter” or a “singer” or an “artist.” There is nothing special or redeeming about this. It is only an outlet to complain and satisfy my self righteousness. There are problems far greater than anything in my shiny little existence. People hurt and people drown in this world everyday. I should feel so blessed to worry about comin up with money to go out to the bars and worrying about what shows and tours I deserve to be on and what label really should be paying attention to me . .. I’ve known this . .. but I know it more today. I’m grateful for the song. I’m grateful for my hands to strum and my mouth to sing.
It is inevitable however that we all slip and think “why can’t I have what they have?” So here’s me slipping up n com in back around in the form of a song . .. “Why Can’t I?”