This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Of all the possibilities I ever coulda chosen
Supposing career wise I'd picked Hip Hop
Imagine all the tip top rapper's bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked that some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts, wearing flip flops
Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross
Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie and Slipknot
Nearly coulda happened bro, look at me, I shit not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans, maybe we would sell a bit
I tried hard to dig up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction
I said bye to Rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Attention seeking, how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a baby shambles
Fuck myself up real properly like Pete Doherty
Cover of heat, I'm hot property
Everybody's clocking me, I own the crowd
Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud
Next, exchange vows now my pop's is proud
There's a nine on my cloud, I'm as pleased as I ever been, bro
Mans flash like Jose Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of pinot
Now I've got big I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please biographers
Spend currency 'til there ain't none left
And when I need more I'll fake my own death
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Right now it's just hit and miss, soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous, it's too bad for business
I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, all chattin' gibberish
Verbal diarrhea so you're never getting rid of this
I hear your retorts, there's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness, you wishing you written this
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Of all the possibilities I ever coulda chosen
Supposing career wise I'd picked Hip Hop
Imagine all the tip top rapper's bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked that some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts, wearing flip flops
Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross
Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie and Slipknot
Nearly coulda happened bro, look at me, I shit not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans, maybe we would sell a bit
I tried hard to dig up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction
I said bye to Rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Attention seeking, how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a baby shambles
Fuck myself up real properly like Pete Doherty
Cover of heat, I'm hot property
Everybody's clocking me, I own the crowd
Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud
Next, exchange vows now my pop's is proud
There's a nine on my cloud, I'm as pleased as I ever been, bro
Mans flash like Jose Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of pinot
Now I've got big I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please biographers
Spend currency 'til there ain't none left
And when I need more I'll fake my own death
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Right now it's just hit and miss, soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous, it's too bad for business
I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, all chattin' gibberish
Verbal diarrhea so you're never getting rid of this
I hear your retorts, there's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness, you wishing you written this
You can't rap, my friend, you're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
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