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Everyone's Got Something They're Running Out Of Lyrics
Confess I have kept
All that I create
Confess I have killed
All that I have kept
Pull up your shirt
Show some baby fat to the world
You know the commercials will walk with you
You're a flower
Wake up bastard
I could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake it
I could walk away if I got to
I could make it
I'm still losing
My virginities
This is how it feels
To know
Everyone's got something they're running out of
This is how it feels
To know
Everyone's got something they're running out of
I could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake it (I could fake it)
I could walk away if I got to
I could make it (I could make it)
I could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake it (I could fake it)
But you're fast asleep
I'm a failure
Come down faster
I'm still losing
My virginities
All that I create
Confess I have killed
All that I have kept
Pull up your shirt
Show some baby fat to the world
You know the commercials will walk with you
Wake up bastard
I could fake it
I could walk away if I got to
I could make it
My virginities
To know
Everyone's got something they're running out of
To know
Everyone's got something they're running out of
I could fake it (I could fake it)
I could walk away if I got to
I could make it (I could make it)
I could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake it (I could fake it)
I'm a failure
Come down faster
I'm still losing
My virginities
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"Pull up your shirt Show some baby fat to the world You know the commercials will walk with you"
These lines are about insecurities, but maybe even more specifically physical insecurities. Most people experience dissatisfaction with their appearance, but so do the individuals society percieves to be "perfect". Even models are air-brushed.
This song is about rites of passage as well as the loss of "virginities", which I think includes emotional baggage like self-conciousness and parts of your past ("confess I have kept all that I create, confess I have killed all that I have kept"). It's about shedding personal anxieties but also a loss of innocence, a loss of things that can't be replaced, like your virginity. Things that "run out". It concerns the bitter-sweetness of growing up.