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"
I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake
'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminising about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
So your mama's on the head of my knob
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk
So I clocked him - and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, cause
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay
I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
I rock around in trucker thongs
Fucked off of bucket bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long dick.
'Cause I'm trip hop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyprock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read the booklet
Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it right, like the iron chef
That's why I'm deaf, now to the high clef
Figjam!
The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and the fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
We're the duck nuts and you suck and I don't give a damn,
so good on the cut they should call me Edward Scissorhands
So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
I'm from the Ipa-switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(West side, eeee!)
What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp
And I'll thank you to fuck right off
Professional fuckwits, take one night off
I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
I got the style and profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the charts, but you can't class me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
I just had a threesome with ya momma and your aunty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back to star in the bukkake party
Figjam!
My dick is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet above my teepee
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!
(these cunts need a shake up)
I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby
Figjam!
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at ya mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? You'd wanna do it properly?
[Blam blam]
Ah fuck! Somebody shot me!
'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminising about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
So your mama's on the head of my knob
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk
So I clocked him - and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, cause
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay
I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
I rock around in trucker thongs
Fucked off of bucket bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long dick.
'Cause I'm trip hop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyprock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read the booklet
Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it right, like the iron chef
That's why I'm deaf, now to the high clef
Figjam!
The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and the fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
We're the duck nuts and you suck and I don't give a damn,
so good on the cut they should call me Edward Scissorhands
So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
I'm from the Ipa-switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(West side, eeee!)
What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp
And I'll thank you to fuck right off
Professional fuckwits, take one night off
I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
I got the style and profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the charts, but you can't class me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
I just had a threesome with ya momma and your aunty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back to star in the bukkake party
Figjam!
My dick is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet above my teepee
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!
(these cunts need a shake up)
I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby
Figjam!
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at ya mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? You'd wanna do it properly?
[Blam blam]
Ah fuck! Somebody shot me!
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PROPA LYRICS: I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake 'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late With a great mental state and a date with destiny I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked So I figured I'd be hitting the beach Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger I was sitting on my arse like a council worker Reminising about being pissed off about My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse Before my change of fortune Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon So heard your mama's on the head of my knob And it's better than heading to my dead-end job Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk So I clocked him - and now I don't work It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, because "I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay
I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
I rock around in track-and-thongs Fucked off a buck-of-bongs If you don't like it, you can come suck a long dick. 'Cause I'm brit pop, all the way to hip hop I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it And my lyrics make you wanna read the book a lit' Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it right at the iron chef! That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef
Figjam! The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams Weatherduck snobs and you sucking on a give-a-damn, so good on the cut They should call me Edward Scissorhands
So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!) Well that's just inappropriate Smoke me a kipper, bitch I'm from the yipper, switch Side of town, don't forget to write it down (West side, eeee!) What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap! Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp And I'll thank you to fuck right off Professional fuckwits, take one night off
I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man! Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man! Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man! Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me Kicking arse in the cha, but you can't class me Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me You just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty Figjam! Fuck I'm good, just ask me And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party Figjam! My dick is bigger than a wigwam! And you can see my peepee three feet above the tv And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up! (these cunts need a shape up)
I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta Just got a death threat over the phone Better go lay low, on the ground, like a bilby Figjam! Chill man, people wanna kill me! But I don't let that bullshit sweat me I'm at yo mama's if you wanna come and get me, You shady fuck, I may be stuck In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck You wanna stop me? Wanna do it properly? [Blam blam] Ah fuck! Somebody shot me!