I often forget that I am the exception, not the rule.

I forget that my brain, my heart, and the cooperation of the two are a unique formula that is sometimes a blessing, but more often, it seems, a curse.. The way I am wired is what has made me an artist and a songwriter, typically described as the sensitive type. But sensitive does not begin to cover it.

This song is an attempt to explain what that means, but also inevitably a failure to explain. Only those who are wired this way will ever fully understand what it means to experience life with such acute sensitivity, to always feel the pea under dozens of mattresses and have lasting aches and pains afterward.

Only the artistic soul can comprehend the process of learning not to react proportionately to the impact experienced. The properly-wired and practically-inclined can’t quite comprehend the task of mimicking the expected response until it is no longer possible and the only thing left to do is move halfway around the world.

Call us unreliable, unpredictable, unreasonable or just bat-shit crazy… but we are the ones that make the world look and sound beautiful, and we’ll do it unpaid, unthanked, and unnoticed, because we don’t know how to be anything else.

(Un)drastic

I will probably leave you
That’s just what I do
Disappear halfway around the world
It’s nothing to do with you
Cut eighteen inches off my hair
And dye it blackest black
Tattoo someone’s name on my arm
And eventually come back

I don’t know how to be untroubled and untrue
I don’t know how to be undrastic like you

I’ll weep when you’re not looking
That’s just what I do
Fall apart on the inside
When you leave the room
I’ll say what won’t alarm you
I will not explain
Why I wish to walk alone
When it starts to rain
I don’t know how to be invulnerable, immune
I don’t know how to be undrastic like you

Undrastic, unhasty, unextreme
Unfoolish, insusceptible, unconcerned with anything

I don’t know how to be untroubled and unmoved
I don’t know how to be undrastic like you