POD312 Lyrics

P. Sawyer here! I really gotta get a new intro. Okay, I'm recording this at like 1 in the morning because I couldn't sleep or which happens when I try to fall asleep so... I don't know, I'm just lying here letting my mind wander and I don't know about you guys, but my mind finds some pretty bizarre places to wander. Like, you know, like if my dad got married again. I'd have three moms before I'd turn 18. That's gotta be a record, you know, and if it's not, I wanna be the one to set it, you know "The Girl With The Most Moms". Somebody call Guiness, you know do whatever it takes, convince my dad to get married and then break it up to do it again, I'll find my biological dad and do the same thing with him and then I'll loan myself out to be adopted by anyone who wants a daughter for the day, you name it, you know, and then I'll walk down the street and people will point and say, "Hey... hey, there goes Peyton Sawyer, the girl with 47 moms." And I'll point back and say, "Oh hey look, a whole bunch of people with only one mom."

So, yeah, after about a half hour of that, I started to think about Ellie and I wondered if she lies while thinking about weird stuff and I realized of course she does, you know, she used to be high all the time. She probably laid on her bed all night and thought of the craziest stuff, you know, stuff that would make my 47 moms seem like counting sheep. And I know she's technically sober now, but she did smoke pot when she first came to Tree Hill, you know and for all I know, she still is. But I don't think so, you know, I mean she doesn't seem like someone who's stoned all the time. We've got this one hippie girl at school, and she's just you know, always running around in a daze, singing annoying songs and trying to braid people's hair with 30 shells from the beach, you know. Never looked at her and thought, Hey you remind me of my mom. That's why I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna smoke pot, just makes people do stupid stuff like, like listen to Fish, I'm talking about the band, not the animal, though I'm pretty sure they do that too. Seriously, it's just - it makes me scared that there's a drug out there that can make that music sound good. Okay, okay, I apologize to all you Fish fans, just stop trying to braid my hair, okay?!

Anyway, so I'm wide awake and my mind is stuck in this magical land of a thousand moms dancing to Fish songs on a cloud of marijuana smoke, and I start to panick cause I'm not falling asleep and I have school tomorrow, and not only that, this week, the seniors are meeting with college counsellors. So now I have to talk to some stranger about my future and pretend that I have some idea about what I wanna be when I grow up. And they'll wanna know about my goals and my dreams and I've never met this person before and somehow, in a half-hour conversation, they're gonna give me a blueprint on how to turn those dreams into a reality.

Speaking of dreams, you ever have one where you realize you're dreaming? You know, like it seems really really real at first and then you go along with it and then something so strange happens, that you know it's a dream? I just had one where Jake and I were taking this bike ride with Jenny over this bridge that connected Tree Hill to Paris - yeah I know that should have tipped me off, but it didn't - anyway, we got a flat tire and who should come along to help us but Dan Scott. You know, he fixed the tire, he gave us a ride, and then he took us to his house where he made us dinner and sang Jenny to sleep. And I just remembered thinking like, Wow, Dan is being really sweet! And then suddenly I realized it was a dream, so I try to control the dream and make everything perfect but it didn't work, you know. Suddenly Jake was gone, and Jenny was gone and a monkey rode in on a moped and flew out the window with Dan. So I guess as soon as you realize it was a dream, then the dream ends. So when I woke up, Jake was still gone, and Jenny was still gone, and Dan Scott ... was mayor. Where the hell is that monkey when you need him, right?

I don't know, maybe I should run all this by the counsellors and ask what they think about my dreams. Somehow I don't think those are the kind of dreams their talking about but they're the kind that I have, you know. Maybe some people dream of getting into college or getting a good career, you know. They nestle in their little beds, close their eyes, dream of their mailboxes filling up with acceptance letters. Why would I wanna dream about all that when I could just dream about singing in my all-girl punk band on the moon. Okay, honestly, I haven't had that dream since I was 10, but you get the point, you know like I can deal with the boring stuff in life, I don't need it cluttering my dreams. Sorry I don't dream about becoming a doctor, or a lawyer, or a human resources manager. Maybe I will tomorrow night. Maybe even later tonight if I could ever fall asleep, but if I'm lucky, the monkey will fly back in my room with Jake and Jenny. Probably too good to be true, but a girl can dream, can't she? Or she can lie awake all night and dream of dreaming.

At the very least, I'm signing off knowing that if anyone out there was listening to this podcast, they're sound asleep now, so... sweet dreams and your welcome. Nighty-night.