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"
pretty patricia was a nervous wreck
deadened by the darvocet
furnished by a charlatain
posing as a pharmacist
propped behind a pearly desk
she wears the phone with burdened breath
and hands she holds for reasons wanton
is the whilring dervish games
this is just the receptionist
the skeletons and hallowed halls number of every word
could be buzzing right through the sunny comb
and I am just a lonely drone
with a notepad and a picture phone
whose nectar is a collection of transgressions and subversive flaws
darrell's darling carries all of hr on his back
Can only hide gisette because the fetish waftings of croquettes
Well mrs darla’s down the hall
She keeps a watchful eye
Its on accounts receivable
Leaving it blind to the concubine
Lady darla’s not the cleanest
grape inside the crops
She keeps her eyes inside accountants
as she skims right off the top
her saccharine little skins of cream
she sneaks out in her hosiery
to hopefully she pumps the petty plunder in the slots
every now and then
the best laid plans of mice and men
fall apart at hands
of unassuming champions
collecting all the dirt
to build a tower to the sky
slaving in this basement
one day this will all be mine
one day this will all be mine
one day this will all be mine
she was so outwardly nonpareil
I was enraptured by the act
Of cracking her seamless shell
Catching esteban with hand in his till is muy facil
But this girl's skills are past the run of the mill
We command with abandon the plot
Take what he got
setting up shop with a cloud 8 view at the top
And everybody’s got bones
Hers are harder to spot
With her appointments pinned down and her hair done up
Devote everything that I’ve got
To stalking her box
Theres got to be a fracture in her porcelain plot
That’s where I slipped up
Lost in her wash
She doubled back upon her tracks and caught me off guard
She’s impossibly smart
I am defeated at my own game
Caught me collecting dirt
To blackmail them for my own gain
A tower made of dirt
Is just a castle built from glass
And a pocket full of stones until the last one's cast
every now and then
the best laid plans of mice and men
fall apart at hands
of unassuming champions
collecting so much dirt
that I was buried down alive
slaving in this basement
til the day I die
til the day I die
til the day I die
deadened by the darvocet
furnished by a charlatain
posing as a pharmacist
propped behind a pearly desk
she wears the phone with burdened breath
and hands she holds for reasons wanton
is the whilring dervish games
this is just the receptionist
the skeletons and hallowed halls number of every word
could be buzzing right through the sunny comb
and I am just a lonely drone
with a notepad and a picture phone
whose nectar is a collection of transgressions and subversive flaws
darrell's darling carries all of hr on his back
Can only hide gisette because the fetish waftings of croquettes
Well mrs darla’s down the hall
She keeps a watchful eye
Its on accounts receivable
Leaving it blind to the concubine
Lady darla’s not the cleanest
grape inside the crops
She keeps her eyes inside accountants
as she skims right off the top
her saccharine little skins of cream
she sneaks out in her hosiery
to hopefully she pumps the petty plunder in the slots
every now and then
the best laid plans of mice and men
fall apart at hands
of unassuming champions
collecting all the dirt
to build a tower to the sky
slaving in this basement
one day this will all be mine
one day this will all be mine
one day this will all be mine
she was so outwardly nonpareil
I was enraptured by the act
Of cracking her seamless shell
Catching esteban with hand in his till is muy facil
But this girl's skills are past the run of the mill
We command with abandon the plot
Take what he got
setting up shop with a cloud 8 view at the top
And everybody’s got bones
Hers are harder to spot
With her appointments pinned down and her hair done up
Devote everything that I’ve got
To stalking her box
Theres got to be a fracture in her porcelain plot
That’s where I slipped up
Lost in her wash
She doubled back upon her tracks and caught me off guard
She’s impossibly smart
I am defeated at my own game
Caught me collecting dirt
To blackmail them for my own gain
A tower made of dirt
Is just a castle built from glass
And a pocket full of stones until the last one's cast
every now and then
the best laid plans of mice and men
fall apart at hands
of unassuming champions
collecting so much dirt
that I was buried down alive
slaving in this basement
til the day I die
til the day I die
til the day I die
Lyrics submitted by shecky
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asked him at a show, he said "If you really hate your job, just blackmail your way to the top". Of course, looking at it now, its about a guy who fails to do so because he loses to a fellow co-workers. I personally feel he is infatuated with her.
Wow that's awesome that you talked to him haha. I saw him live at a POS concert and he destroyed it. He started freestyling and he was taking topics from the crowd. My friend said "water" and somebody else said "Diabetes" so he rapped about motherfucking Wilford Brimley on an abandoned island talking about "diabeetus"