Welcome to Sunday Song! Sunday Song began when I wanted to do a post (every week) about a song I love.
In the past, the songs have all been church-y type songs. This week it’s a little different. I’m going to use a more “mainstream” song because, well, this is about songs that I like. And I don’t like just church music.
But I can guarantee you that I’ve yet to hear this played during worship on Sunday mornings at my church. That sure would be shocking. Just look at the name.
Tattoo by Jordin Sparks
No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
Keep my hand in the fire
Sooner or later, I’ll get what I’m asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn every time I bleed
That truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I’m wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on
And leave you behind
[Chorus]
I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing’s broken
No need to worry ’bout everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
(Just like a tattoo, I’ll always have you
I’ll always have you, I’ll always have you)
I’m sick of playing all of these games
It’s not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn’t deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could
Stop, admit that I’m wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I gotta be strong
And leave you behind
[Chorus]
(Just like a tattoo, I’ll always have you
I’ll always have you)
[Bridge]
If I live every moment
Won’t change any moment
Still a part of me and you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything i do
[Chorus x2]
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you
***
No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
True, right? I mean, don’t you keep coming back to your friends and family to feel loved and accepted? That’s what we all want. I’ve yet to meet a person that doesn’t want to be loved.
Keep my hand in the fire
Sooner or later, I’ll get what I’m asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn every time I bleed
That truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I’m wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on
And leave you behind
I don’t really agree with all of this. I do think that you learn from mistakes and that the truth hurts. And truth is definitely a stranger at times. But I don’t see what that has to do with blood. And I don’t think you should move on and leave people behind every time. In some situations, yes. But always? No.
But being able to admit that you’re wrong is important. There has to be some level of openness and trust between people for that to happen, I think.
I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing’s broken
No need to worry ’bout everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back at a new direction
I realized after a while that things could pretty much only go up. And then I realized I was wrong and that they could in fact go down. But over time, wounds heal. It’s always new skin (well, newer than before). At the same time, many wounds leave scars when they scab over. So while it’s healed, it’s only healed partially. I think that’s where I am…sorta.
There is no need to worry about everything I’ve done. It’s very important to learn from past mistakes, but there’s no point living in the past. It’s like driving using only the rear view mirror. So yes, you can look back, but don’t get caught up in everything you can no longer change. Learn from it and be a better person. Ya know?
I do think we should all live every second like it’s our last one. If you knew for sure Jesus was coming back tomorrow, what would you do? If you found out you had one month to live before cancer killed you, who would you talk to? Who would you call? Where would you go and what would you do? Who would you make things right with? If we aren’t careful, we’ll keep putting things off because we’re too “busy” all the time. I heard once that BUSY can stand for Being Under Satan’s Yoke….and it’s true. We can get so caught up in the small things (and sometimes even the big things) that we forget that it’s all going to fade. What are we doing that will be here when we’re gone?
And, trust me, that last paragraph is speaking to myself, as well.
I loved you once, needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
(Just like a tattoo, I’ll always have you
I’ll always have you, I’ll always have you)
I needed protection from them all. You know who I’m talking about by now, I’m sure. And I’m sure you all have been in that boat before, too. The You’ve-Hurt-Me-So-I’ve-Now-Put-Walls-Around-My-Heart-To-Protect-Me boat.
They’re all still a part of what I do. Sometimes in a small way, sometimes not so much. The girl will always be on my heart. There is no way to take back three years and pretend we never were anything. She will always be on my heart, and that is just the way it is. I think about her almost every day. It’s pretty constant…like a tattoo. Can anyone relate?
I’m sick of playing all of these games
It’s not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn’t deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could
Stop, admit that I’m wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I gotta be strong
And leave you behind
Am I sick of playing all the games? Heck to the yes. Taking sides is stupid and, quite honestly, sometimes wrong. For example, when things ended between me and the girl, they all took her side without ever coming to me to hear my side. Not one time did my close friends ask how I was, what happened, or any of that kinda stuff. They only listened to her and believed her stuff. They took sides without having all the information. In that kind of situation, it’s wrong.
Now in other ways, taking sides is right. Like for the SuperBowl tonight….uhm, LET’S GO SAINTS!!!!! Oh yeah. Beat those Colts.
[Bridge]
If I live every moment
Won’t change any moment
Still a part of me and you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything i do
I don’t regret those three years. They were the best three years of my life. I grew, learned, loved, and changed drastically in that time period. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if those three years hadn’t happened. So no, I don’t regret them. And yes, their memory marks everything I do, basically. But we’ve been over this before in previous posts, so I’ll end it here.
I’m really more interested in what ya’ll have to say…
What would you do/say/etc. if you were given one month to live? Who have you needed protection from? Who is the person (or people) that has become your “tattoo?”
