Meet me in the morning when you can follow what I'm saying.
You've already compromised.
And I'm feeling like Hell shoving back the bells of my floppy jester hat.
I am just a blurry line and it's wrecking my time.
Flailing away trapped in slow motion frames.
It's not really worth all that.

And what's the fun of putting on a show for one when you bow to a critic clap?
The dog and I will be going for a ride.
I'm taking my lonely conversation back.

Boy is my face red! I've been talking to the dead but I could sworn I knew you.
To lighten up a room like it was Ceasar's Palace when they show myself out the back
You can have all the memory back.
But don't drink a toast to that.

Lyrics submitted by quietist

Blurry Line song meanings
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