vans girls blog: SXSW with Jac Vanek
Earlier this week, your music blogger Tiffany and I (Amanda) met up to make some shoes and prepare for the shows. This time around I met up with Jac Vanek to get the lowdown on what she has planned and make even more kicks. This pair that she made are up for grabs to…
Mean.
You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me.
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard,
Calling me out when I’m wounded.
You, picking on the weaker man.
Well you can take me down with just one single blow, but you don’t know, what you don’t know.
Someday I’ll be living in a big old city and all you’re ever going to be is mean.
Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me and all you’re ever going to be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation.
You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them.
I walk with my head down trying to block you out because I’ll never impress you.
I just wanna feel okay again.
I bet you got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold.
But the cycle ends right now,
Cause you can’t lead me down that road.
And you don’t know, what you don’t know.
And I can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game.
With that same big loud opinion,
But nobody’s listening.
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing.
But all you are is mean.
All you are is mean.
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life.
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean.
