Loved ones tell stories about me to me,
but I already know what it's like to die,
and to pluck at my ghost's sad eternal.
I wrote an apology on the mirror,
and one forget-me-not to yours truly.
Another ideal sculpted frame
To Love
To Want
To Fear
To Blame
We all hate to look,
we all love to picture.
Alone we seek shadows to hide in,
as statues mark these days.
I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh
Tickle my fancy with visions of "Perfection,"
on infinite wings I fly from affection.
Syllables, images, deny self-worth;
the pain of convention.
There's a desire to validate this body.
There's a need to eradicate this paradigm.
i can't believe no one has said anything about this one. it's such an awesome song about body image and social pressure, etc. the imagery is awesome. who doesn't want to scream along "alone we seek shadows to hide in, as statues mark these days" ?
i love this song. i interpret it as being about not being able to accept yourself as you are. (as you look) most wish they could change themselves into what society would call "perfection". that's so sad.
The speaker is angry at the fact that he's been overshadowed by a model, a theme, a "sculpture." Something that only exists in our mind's eye has, seemingly, to his perception, defeated him finally in the struggle we all face, our perceptions versus ourselves. We all want to destroy what we actually cherish. Our visions of "beauty" lead us while also leaving us to our own dismay.
"I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh"
It isn't whats inside that counts in a place like this.
wonderful song. it has all the elements to a great song. it's also got nice guitar breakdowns and great lyrics.
i always thought it was, 'undone forget-me-nots (knots) to yours truely.' i guess that's just me though.
Greatest song ever written on guitar.