Make what you can out of nothing keep bluffing your way to extinction you're a sick fuck to think that this unlike anything else will last forever. Building rock anthems a jigsaw exterior, you see what you miss but you can't stand to be near her, it's bigger than that you realize but short-sighted impulses own what's left of your dignity. Tell yourself quietly don't plow the field yet, you're waiting to grow some new life from retrospect. You know free agency pays little in the long run, but you just don't feel like your legs are that tired yet. Friends and go-betweens sing like canaries crushed in leaves. This is the thanks you get. Somewhere that's sweet maybe someday we will meet. And I can thank you without strings. All these befores that get drilled on long after. It's all just leverage when you're sure that it's over. The street goes blurry like a movie that you saw once. Minutes freeze but you can't collect the corners still. She used to whisper your name like a refrain and when she held you, you know, you felt safer. But your demons are fucking huge you stack your deck to lose. You say there's nothing you can do. Well we all know that you're lying. Friends and go-betweens sing like canaries crushed in spring, this is the thanks you get. You get what you put in I guess that's bullshit in the end, written under fluorescent lights that replace the sun at night.
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"All these befores that get drilled on long after. It's all just leverage when you're sure that it's over. "
Best damn lyrics ever!
"You're a sick fuck to think that this unlike anything else would last forever."
Just how he beats himself up over the illusion of a relationship being perminent.
That is so bare and it seems so personal.
It's really hard for me to listen to this song too much without starting to get pissed at the bitch who did this to him.
I caught myself once screaming "SHE WAS A WHORE BEN"
....then was like...whoa...chill.
Someday we'll meet again and maybe then I'll forgive you and thank you for the lessons learned without having to express my feelings in a song.
I can imagine strumming violently on a guitar (the strings) / (the only way some know how to express themselves) about a break up or whatever bothersome nature.
Or, someday when we meet again, I can thank you without wasting my energy on writing a song about you.