Stay Pretty

When I listen to music, it’s fun for me to find stuff I can relate to me.  It’s like when I listen to “Are You Gonna Be My Girl?”, it reminds me of myself when I wear my Kate Beckinsale boots:

Big, black boots
Long brown hair
She’s so sweet with that
Get back stare

It always makes me smile when I hear that, because I’m like, Hm.  Wouldn’t it be cool if I danced around in my boots to that song?  But, it isn’t a song that really makes me think.  It reminds me of Daniel a little bit.  But, there is this song that makes me think EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT.  It’s called “Stay Pretty” by Farewell, and I think I have their “September Brought The Fall” on my lyrics page.  But, when I listen to “Stay Pretty” I think alot.  The song’s about the fall of a person–how their morals disintegrate, and the people aren’t who they used to be.  About losing friends because you compromise your morals to be cool.

By the bags under your eyes
I’ve seen you packed for the week
So hang up this shit for the neighbors to see
Writing won’t save the world
So you best stay pretty girl

That whole song makes me question some of the decisions I’ve made and why I’ve made them.  “The foolish man isn’t the one who makes the mistake.  Everyone makes mistakes.  The foolish man is the one who makes the same mistake over and over again.”

Some days I qualify myself as a fool.  I walk into the same situations over and over again.  Lately, I’ve been thinking more about my decisions before rushing into them.  When I blog, I am trying to change the world– maybe not as drastically as ya’ll think, but I’m trying to make an influence.  “Stay Pretty” makes me think about what would happen if I failed at writing–do I have anything else to offer?  Maybe.  But, if not.  I am going to hang up this shit for the neighbors to see.  And my writing may not save the world, but I hope it’ll make a difference.

Well, you’ve been living a lie by your own admission
My patience has been hard enough to fake
And the secrets you save for your new physician
Are leaving me with one ear on the safe

And the holes in your story increase suspicion
Your witnesses have all been on the take
And we can give it a gamble under one condition
You’ll have to take your foot off the, foot off the brake

So give up and give in and start over again
But be honest, cause you’re all I need
It’s pathetic
Why can’t we get it straight?

Well, you’ve been compromised by your new position
They’re looking up your skirt, for heavens sake
And your army of fakes that refuse to listen
Will end up in designer, shallow graves

It’s true
The torture and tears have become tradition
But the something on the side is what takes the cake
And the surplus of uppers and apparitions
Are the only things that keep me up, keep me awake

So give up and give in and start over again
But be honest, cause you’re all I need
It’s pathetic
Why can’t we get it straight?
So stay up and stay in
Yeah, I’ll say it again
Look beyond this
There’s a big picture that you’re missing
Framed by the first mistake

By the bags under your eyes
I can see that you’ve packed for the week
So hang up this shit for the neighbors to see
Writing won’t save the world
So you best stay pretty, girl

So give up and give in and start over again
But be honest, cause you’re all I need
It’s pathetic
Why can’t we get it straight?
So stay up and stay in
Yeah, I’ll say it again
Look beyond this
There’s a big picture that you’re missing
Framed by the first mistake
By the first mistake
By the first mistake
Framed by the first mistake

“Stay Pretty” by Farewell