Week 205 // Prove It

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I can’t believe it
What’s in my hands
Sat on the gravel
With something bleeding
And watched the movement
Across the street

And somewhere sacred
Like in the past
White lights are blinking
And no one’s moving
And there I’m thinking
Are we to blame?

Can someone show me
Whatever you’re thinking?
I’ve got to know it
Or really I’m ruined
It’ll get me through it
Or I’ll explode

What have you
What have you
What have you
What have you got to prove?

Notes
This is a song about the rambunctiousness of youth. But isn’t Mount Everest all about the trials of getting older? Not today, it isn’t. Sometimes you have to look behind you and puzzle over it. Sometimes you’ve got to appraise the indefatigable urgency of yesterday to make heads or tails of right now. I’m on the precipice of my 30s, I’m getting married pretty soon, and somehow I like the idea of responsibility, even if I haven’t really nailed it yet. But once I was 19, and I was really really 19. I think I did 19 about as well as anybody ever did it. I’ll tell you, my being was on fire, and I was fit to burn the house down. I’m pretty relieved I didn’t. This song isn’t about a specific moment in time, or a thing I did or was done to me. This song is the atmosphere of my youth. It’s about the way my skin vibrated like so many barely rendered pixels. It’s about being partially cooked. I suspect that in ten years I’ll write another one just like it about right now. If only I knew.

~M.E.

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