Alibis

From the scrapes and bruises to the familiar abuses

-->When someone has bulimia, they'll shove their fingers down their throat and usually scrape their knuckles on their teeth thus creating scrapes and bruises.

I'll kick and scream But it never changes anything I could spill my guts out

-->Kicking and screaming when someone force-feeds you, and obviously it doesn't change a damn thing. You'll still eat, and still puke it up. Or ''spill your guts out''.

Wearing my best little girl pout I almost missed it But nobody said this was gonna be easy

--> nobody told this person that the disorder was going to be "easy," that getting thin was going to be the easiest thing to do.

This is not the man I hoped to be and I'm just trying to stop the bleeding

--> if you puke enough, eventually you'll puke up blood, and your gag reflux will go haywire, and you'll basically be a puking machine. not only this, but your knuckles will be bleeding... I think he's saying that being a bulimic is not the type of person/man he wanted to be. it's not something he's exactly proud of.

I don't know how to word it I just started to deserve it

--> eating disorders are considered mental diseases where the victim believes he or she deserves this punishment because they see themselves as fat and needing help to cure this mass amount of weight. (what a long sentence).

and all my faces are alibis, and me I'm half the man I wanted to be

--> i'm not sure about the second line, but basically what Billytalents said... (look above)

Most times it comes out wrong I don't know the words but I'll hum along

--> well, lies. I'm guessing. if you have an eating disorder, you're not going to walk around saying, ''no thanks. it's not that i'm not hungry..it's that i have an eating disorder so i don't eat...ever.'' so there's a type of ''tune'' you have to play when you have disordered eating. maybe he's new to the disorder. he hasn't yet learned how to lie successfully yet, so he ''hums along''...watches and learns, if you will...mind you, I'm guessing at the lyric meanings.

There's nothing familiar here anymore to anyone or anything enough to feel alive

--> puking your guts up, starving yourself to death...you eventually stop feeling real. you feel like you're looking through a mirror, watching yourself from someone else's eyes... and there are days when you feel like you don't want to go on, days you feel like you're not going to make it alive by the time the sun comes up, again...

And I still taste that sickness and it makes me crazy without it at best

--> ugh. bulimics puke. when you puke, you taste everything you ate. it's interesting. sometimes it tastes better than when you ate it...sometimes not. after a while with an eating disorder you begin to feel like it's apart of you. without it, you'd go crazy-psychotic. i think the author of this song is trying to tell you about leaving his disorder, but he can't get rid of it, he's in too deep.

But I'm in the same place i used to be but i'm trying harder not to be

--> -sigh- weight fluctuations. I'm guessing he's talking about being at the same weight, and trying not to be. Either that or being at the lowest point of the disorder where he can no longer digest any food, so he's struggling, and trying not to be at that low point any longer.

So what am I And all my, All my faces are alibis This is not the man I hoped to be and I'm just trying to stop the bleeding

-->(see above)

I don't know how the words go I just started not to say no

--> maybe saying no to the food. saying no to puking...

Don't want it, don't get it I know you won't regret it Don't surface, don't surface, And I feel so damn worthless

--> Don't want the disease, telling others not to get it. or telling himself that he doesn't understand it. Feeling worthless and fat.

Another day is gone

--> remember that part where i said the thing about not knowing if they'll survive for the next day? Another day is gone, his faces are still alibis... -sigh-

and all my faces are alibis, and me, I'm half the man I wanted to be.

~~> sorry if it's not "quality" it's late, i'm manic, and tired. And this was speaking from experience...and my brain isn't working...it's shrunk from lack of food. -sleeping wink-