Jenny Lewis

I saw Jenny Lewis last night. She's so empowering and real with her silky voice that makes anyone believe what she sings. She's been around since the 80's and I could tell she was getting old now. Her hair slightly lost its sheen and the sadness in her voice as she sang each word became more and more palpable. You can tell, she's been through a lot. Her lyrics tell you that she was there at some point in time; she was at heart ache, bliss and everything in between. I wish she could give me some of her strength because just when I think I'll be ok I falter, lose control again. I hate how circumstances have left me short-handed; I'm the girl who drew the shorter straw. I'm sure though, she's been through rougher storms. It's odd how a stranger can treat you better than the one who loves you or loved you or pretended to love you... Jenny, she comforted me last night. She cradled me in her arms like a newborn baby, unaware and innocent of the world again. She sang me lullabies that took away the pain, she made forget; there was only me and her. She's a true artist. She manipulated me, she used her tools and weapons to made me feel again... I was her finished piece. At the moment, someone's just kicked me off the pedestal and I broke into a million pieces again... someone will come around to care and fix me one day.