the-national-alligatorBaby, we’ll be fine” by The National.

All night I lay on my pillow and pray
For my boss to stop me in the hallway
Lay my head on his shoulder and say
Son, I’ve been hearing good things

I wake up without warning and go flying around the house
In my sauvignon fierce, freaking out
Take a forty-five minute shower and kiss the mirror
And say, look at me
Baby, we’ll be fine
All we gotta do is be brave and be kind

I put on an argyle sweater and put on a smile
I don’t know how to do this
I’m so sorry for everything,
I’m so sorry for everything…

Baby, come over, I need entertaining
I had a stilted, pretending day
Lay me down and say something pretty
Lay me back down where I wanted to stay
Just say something perfect, something I can steal
Say, look at me
Baby, we’ll be fine
All we’ve gotta do is be brave and be kind

I pull off your jeans, and you spill jack and coke in my collar
I melt like a witch and scream
I’m so sorry for everything,
I’m so sorry for everything…

What a powerful depiction of the “stilted” modern life and the inevitable breakdown from living by too many “pretending” days.  The repetition of “I’m so sorry” as the pure driving emotion of the song; the remorseful chant that tears through the illusion…

*Disclaimer. No. This is not about my life.  My wife does not spill Jack & Coke on me, she would never stand for such a waste. Rather, it’s a powerful reminder about living vocationally.

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