“The song attempts to explore the darkest parts of the human animal and transcend them, rising above these gloomy moments to find true life. If you’re Freud, you call these darker urges the death drive. If you’re St. Paul, you talk about doing the things you don’t want to do. Whatever you call them, these dark places destroy us if we leave them unchecked. I feel that tension everyday, between the right and the wrong, between life and death. And yet there is no easy path to freedom from self. It’s a narrow road and few find it. We’ve all thought about the quick fix: that special something/someone that could take the pain away. Yet the problems in my life are much bigger than any temporary solution. We die a little everyday- physically, spiritually; we are in sorry shape. Ain’t no drug to make me well. Ain’t no drug that can relieve me from the monster of myself. Ain’t no one to blame. But my decision is made. I want to follow this through… I want to spend the rest of my life alive.”—Jon Foreman discussing the Switchfoot song, “Mess of Me” (via mellx18)
“i’ve come to see firsthand that music is the universal language all around the world. you pull out a guitar and the walls come down. smiles come out. bon jovi and prince cover tunes start to show up and all the differences begin to melt away.”—jon foreman. (via comeanddance)
That's the thing about words. They're clear and specific, but when you talk about feelings, words are too stiff. They're this and that. They can't conclude all the meanings. They always leave something out.