Often our memory tends to fail on us; I remember being a 13-year-old with dreams but I forget too easily the rest and how none of it was easy. Music really made its way into our lives then, carelessly, smashing everything to pieces, making us feel what there was to feel and, when we were lucky, fixing what there was to fix.
I wanna wring it out every ounce
I wanna do the right thing
Where the right thing counts
I wanna feel the difference
I’m not 13, or 15, or 17 anymore; and yet I don’t even feel close to being a grown-up. So this is for yesterday, and today, and tomorrow; for every mistake, for every clean slate.