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"
Now, I'm not the type to just act like I know
Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show
Speakin' on nothin' makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here yo, I won't front
I cross the T's and skip non legitimacies
Or else, please
I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
Is that all you have in you perchance
So much angst an' pain, it's so wack
You should take a tip from the one, Frank Black
Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi
Because all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy mathematic
(C'mon)
I am what I am, mix some old school jams
Onto tape 'cause the party's in the crates, I scan
Step into the realm, what you gonna do
Get the party people somethin' funky to listen to
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got
It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an example
Boulevard Chrome beats always ampin' your temple
Punks get got in the age of hip hop
It's just begun like stolen bikes on a blacktop
(C'mon)
Born to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted
No strain in your game, if your game is respected
Come as you are, radio star
Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric guitar
(Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access
May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances
You know the time and they'll know the scoop
They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
So just quit your belly achin'
You're sayin' that you're tortured
Give me a fuckin' break and maybe
Take out the source of your disparin'
What do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak from experience
Because I didn't see clearly
Actin' like a dunce in 1989
I was Cocaine an' Jim Beam
But now it's 95 and I'm Ginseng
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got
Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show
Speakin' on nothin' makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here yo, I won't front
I cross the T's and skip non legitimacies
Or else, please
I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
Is that all you have in you perchance
So much angst an' pain, it's so wack
You should take a tip from the one, Frank Black
Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi
Because all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy mathematic
(C'mon)
I am what I am, mix some old school jams
Onto tape 'cause the party's in the crates, I scan
Step into the realm, what you gonna do
Get the party people somethin' funky to listen to
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got
It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an example
Boulevard Chrome beats always ampin' your temple
Punks get got in the age of hip hop
It's just begun like stolen bikes on a blacktop
(C'mon)
Born to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted
No strain in your game, if your game is respected
Come as you are, radio star
Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric guitar
(Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access
May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances
You know the time and they'll know the scoop
They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
So just quit your belly achin'
You're sayin' that you're tortured
Give me a fuckin' break and maybe
Take out the source of your disparin'
What do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak from experience
Because I didn't see clearly
Actin' like a dunce in 1989
I was Cocaine an' Jim Beam
But now it's 95 and I'm Ginseng
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got
Lyrics submitted by pen1234567
Misdirected Hostility Lyrics as written by Nicholas Hexum Douglas Martinez
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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the person he's telling to kick the drugs seems to be kurt cobain. There are several references made that connect this song to Kurt and Nirvana. "so just quit your bellyachin' you're saying that your tortured give me a f---in break and maybe take out the source of your despairing what do I mean, kick the f---in' heroin" - Kurt was said to have a stomach problem that caused him alot of pain, and as evryone knows, he had a serios heroin addiction