What Wilson Needs To Know
Part 1
Lyrics from Mixed Tape by Jack's Mannequin
This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
I wake the same way each day. Pain. After no Vicodin for six hours I'm rudely reminded of what I've been reduced to. Reminded of what I can and can't do daily. Can't walk without support or run at all. Can't wake up nicely. So while the pain subsides I am constantly reminded of what my limitations are.
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up
I'm telling you this with good reason. When you get up just because you need to start the day to finish it, and because of me, you are doing it for the wrong reasons. Every time you get up for me you think about what I can't do. That's why you get up. You think I need you, and truthfully yet secretly I do.
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
I can make music speak for me. I tell you to change through the speakers acting as my voice. Bob Dylan and Tom Petty will tell you for me. Think of a different side of me. Please.
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
Have to make it sound just right. So you put it in and play it. Getting the intended meaning. Anyone could get the meaning out of this but…
But it was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of
Each song ties to one of our many memories. Remember that version of me. Not the cripple that gets you out of bed every morning. The cripple needs you but the rest of me needs you a well.
I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
I'm retracing every step you made
You came looking for me and I wasn't here. Got your note. Read it as I paced the pain away. I know you would walk the same path.
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way
I believe you. Believe me there's a piece of you in my life as frequently as I am in yours. How'd we get to be like this, and why'd it take so long for us to notice?
And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't come out and tell you. I'm not wired that way. I can't touch your life like you have mine. Maybe I have and I don't know it.
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of
And this is my mix tape
It's like I wrote every note
With my own fingers
Now if that doesn't scream I love you, I don't know what does.
