For The Restless

I can't believe no one has commented on this song. It's probably my favourite Tom McRae song ever.

I don't really know the real meaning of the song word for word. But the jist of it, to me anyway, is that he's remembering a girl from his past and it was so long ago that he only remembers her in bits and peices. She may have been bad for him (trainwreck beauty queen) but he still dreams of her and how much he loved her. And now he's writing this song for her because she's faithless and restless.

I also get undertones of parental abuse. (You raised me like a bruise/I'm bleeding still) So I'm not sure if he's been beaten as a child and this girl is abusive too, and it's like this cyclical pattern.

I think the line about (you're running out of things to make you feel alive) is about how she's so destructive, maybe she drinks/does drugs, and they used to make her feel alive but she's just a trainwreck waiting to happen now.

This is about missing a dysfunctional relationship. Even though she was a train wreck, things sputtered out like cigarette ashes, and she was emotionally abusive*, he misses her. She haunts his dreams, keeping him awake. If he missing this horrible relationship, how can there be a god?

*"Raised like a bruise" is a metaphor for being "turned into a bruise" probably mentally not literally. Nothing to do with child rearing.

I'm probably the only one that's gonna get this interpretation but to me, it's about sex. Some frequent lust that wakes him up at night to sleep with him. Read the lyrics and it comes off pretty easily.

My then-boyfriend and I were in a low during our relationship at the time this single was aired on the radio. So the narrator could alternatively be me and him. He had a job while I didn\'t have any. Plus, we didn\'t live under the same roof, choosing a rendezvous once a week instead. So our couple was in a low and that impacted my man, I guess. He was the restless one while I was the faithless one. My man was the one writing our names in the bathroom, smoking cigarettes in his car during the late hours (between 8pm and 5am) since he needed me, while I was the "beauty queen" who went to sleep after a tired chat with him, who kept a lot of secrets, and I was bleeding because of what happened during the last 3 months (he did not beat me, but I did feel like "bruised"). Then, at about 3am, as my man took another puff of his gasper, he\'d remember me before the 3 months corresponding to the "low", while I had doubts about him, thinking that he\'d be afraid for me not to come back. So this was the kind of song that cemented our weekly rendezvous again.

A can't believe someone has commented on this song. It's probably the worst song ever. I don't know for sure. I've never heard it