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"
Welcome to Hollywood whore
Wake up in Hollywood whore
My dance has passed
Combine the throb within the head
With the rhythm of the feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets
I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear to fed
As I knelt on my pillow God
I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head
Who could ever take the place of me?
How I kiss up to God my fists
And I pray to keep my head
Though I like Your pretty eyes better blackened
And my fists all fucking red
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years
I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger
In the valley of the fucking locust
Wipe it off you mouth, get up off your knees
And make me your god, it's sexual debauchery
You cost what you're worth
Who could ever? Who the fuck could ever?
Followed by a boy like this, re-ignited by all your visits
As long as your mouth is shut, you'll still be beautiful
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take her fucking with you
Wake up in Hollywood whore
My dance has passed
Combine the throb within the head
With the rhythm of the feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets
I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear to fed
As I knelt on my pillow God
I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head
Who could ever take the place of me?
How I kiss up to God my fists
And I pray to keep my head
Though I like Your pretty eyes better blackened
And my fists all fucking red
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years
I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger
In the valley of the fucking locust
Wipe it off you mouth, get up off your knees
And make me your god, it's sexual debauchery
You cost what you're worth
Who could ever? Who the fuck could ever?
Followed by a boy like this, re-ignited by all your visits
As long as your mouth is shut, you'll still be beautiful
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave, I don't need to know
And take her fucking with you
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