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"
the space and time scarce
that to you I sighted
a passing speckle, I ask to
a flourishing glare hallow
some setting that has been in mind
seeming in conciliation and tentative pieces
but then implicit care, I have for in a pair
a lament of one’s touch and near sensuality
fervently imbued, imperatively of my soul to carry
by my tongue of a chance
waves of ambience, by your mouth
to hear a sense of closeness in your breathe
by your grace and if you... may
and the name on that calendar that night
outside the window, looking upon the highway
New Years coming up I think is a good sigh,
to find something to show, to send,
should I ask and let anticipation be dead
bright dream around the post office
face close-up
had a dream about the rain
found the fence on top missing parts
nails
outside
scattered under
on the floor
by your
shattered window
newt week
mild winds
a train into
Springwood
I want to
be there
by Ten
wooden
floors
gypsy carpet
stairs
old rail
painted white
in the room you play a band you said you like
and gluey paintings and others and magazines cut
between two beds no one sleeps
and I fins pencils and papers of, your drawings
away I
day green
five
may we
May if
you away
leaf eucalyptus
ground
may if...
if myself given throughout, culled from the parts solely of
my whole being in my own thoughts in that, you’d reciprocate something in that degree of yourself to be known to me,
as I had for all I sought to see of you
my acumen false, for it be only hindsight to clarify, one of the two fish, the aculeus scorpion, and as it is so, but not any more assertive but in one of a twin, by chance close to I, that I know is certainly suited to second guess – all too well
and that happened and I plaintively feel of it
in thought of printing a regard seething
the lines written, a loss culminating
to one spoken to I of an aurae wade through
transcending to a guided spirit with me
it’s adagio violins, or in a dream the flutes and bassoons that soar, for which I think of you as a poet embodied whom you are as I have not seen, but I write from stomach awaken by some spirit that must have crossed yours, whatever colour it may be moving
in charcoal trees with drooping deep dark greens
I see myself, and vaguely the vestige, that from yourself in a hollow dwindling longing I retrieve
may if
may if
written
I met her in May as I thought of my life may,
abound the city to waiting may,
to of her way and my whatever
if I break her, I may
a letter to court behind my pain
as may have came diminishing
I met her in May as I thought of my life may,
collapse, I faded to her, she passed
that to you I sighted
a passing speckle, I ask to
a flourishing glare hallow
some setting that has been in mind
seeming in conciliation and tentative pieces
but then implicit care, I have for in a pair
a lament of one’s touch and near sensuality
fervently imbued, imperatively of my soul to carry
by my tongue of a chance
waves of ambience, by your mouth
to hear a sense of closeness in your breathe
by your grace and if you... may
and the name on that calendar that night
outside the window, looking upon the highway
New Years coming up I think is a good sigh,
to find something to show, to send,
should I ask and let anticipation be dead
bright dream around the post office
face close-up
had a dream about the rain
found the fence on top missing parts
nails
outside
scattered under
on the floor
by your
shattered window
newt week
mild winds
a train into
Springwood
I want to
be there
by Ten
wooden
floors
gypsy carpet
stairs
old rail
painted white
in the room you play a band you said you like
and gluey paintings and others and magazines cut
between two beds no one sleeps
and I fins pencils and papers of, your drawings
away I
day green
five
may we
May if
you away
leaf eucalyptus
ground
may if...
if myself given throughout, culled from the parts solely of
my whole being in my own thoughts in that, you’d reciprocate something in that degree of yourself to be known to me,
as I had for all I sought to see of you
my acumen false, for it be only hindsight to clarify, one of the two fish, the aculeus scorpion, and as it is so, but not any more assertive but in one of a twin, by chance close to I, that I know is certainly suited to second guess – all too well
and that happened and I plaintively feel of it
in thought of printing a regard seething
the lines written, a loss culminating
to one spoken to I of an aurae wade through
transcending to a guided spirit with me
it’s adagio violins, or in a dream the flutes and bassoons that soar, for which I think of you as a poet embodied whom you are as I have not seen, but I write from stomach awaken by some spirit that must have crossed yours, whatever colour it may be moving
in charcoal trees with drooping deep dark greens
I see myself, and vaguely the vestige, that from yourself in a hollow dwindling longing I retrieve
may if
may if
written
I met her in May as I thought of my life may,
abound the city to waiting may,
to of her way and my whatever
if I break her, I may
a letter to court behind my pain
as may have came diminishing
I met her in May as I thought of my life may,
collapse, I faded to her, she passed
Lyrics submitted by Matter8
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