Random Encounters

Just kinda, like, frittered my years away doing nothing
Being in dead-end relationships and dead-end bands and stuff and

And it's absolutely true, I mean, I was recounting, you know,
Playing for 50 people in Detroit and
driving around with my friend Neil and
We came out of the gig and there'd been like a flash blizzard and
He hired this homeless guy named
Larry to dig my father's station wagon
Out of the snow so we could, like, continue on to Chicago or something

I was lazy but lazy never felt right, when I heard that,
Or when I said it to myself, like I was lazy
It wasn't that I was lazy, I was just really afraid.
I was really afraid of failing. And I, you know,
I was supposed to be smart, and I was supposed to be creative.
And I think hearing those things
(and I know that doesn't sound glamorous)
Make you scared (or, super sexy, but)
That you're going to do something
stupid (I've loved every minute of it)
Or do something uninteresting (I've loved every...)
And no one will see you as smart (I've loved the highs)
Or creative anymore, and I could claim some sort of
Safety in doing nothing. (...and the lows)

When you think back on all those things
You tend to telescope all the good things together
And they eclipse all the boring moments.
I mean, it's not like, good times versus bad times.
'Cause the bad times are just as good as
The good times, in a weird way.
It's the monotonous, boring times that are the worst.
And you kind like, you look back at these things
You forget all the boring things.