Premise: he’s committed suicide over a girl who liked him but didn’t love him as he loved her. He’s watching her now as she grieves.
Obstacle 1 -- the first obstacle between them is death
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips -- The tears she’s shed are proof that she felt something for him, either regret or remorse This evidence is precious to him and the desire to possess it is the closest he’ll ever get to kissing her.
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change -- When she thinks of their friendship, she reminds herself there was nothing she could have done to change her platonic feelings for him; logically, it’s not her fault if she couldn’t love him back but she didn’t take into account the emotional harm she caused him.
Well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad, oh she's bad -- She’s read his suicide note and knows that he killed himself because of her; she feels guilty and tainted (“bad”)
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You'll go stabbing, yourself in, the neck --
The chorus flashes back to the moment right before he kills himself. He’s talks to himself in the mirror knowing that he doesn’t have her and his life is getting worse (“poor and aging”). He says goodbye to himself and then slits his throat.
It's in the way that she poses,
It's in the things that she puts in my hair -- He watches her grieve, hungrily taking in all her actions interpreting them as her signs of affection for him
Her stories are boring and stuff – He doesn’t pay attention to the stories she tells in her eulogy of him since he’s only interested in her, OR, her stories of him are boring because they only tell of their friendship and he wanted it to be much more
She's always calling my bluff – I suppose that at one time, he professed his desperate love for her and gave an ultimatum, ie, if you don’t love me I’ll kill myself. She called his bluff and now he’s dead.
She puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart -- He’s dead and could float away and be free from all this, but his love for her weighs him back down to earth and all he can do now is follow and watch her every move.
She packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away – She logically and coolly puts away all the memories and feelings she’s ever had for him as she returns to normal life.
It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart -- It’s “her heaven” because his idea of heaven is wherever she is, even though he knows that just watching her will never be enough for him.
Premise: he’s committed suicide over a girl who liked him but didn’t love him as he loved her. He’s watching her now as she grieves.
Obstacle 1 -- the first obstacle between them is death
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips -- The tears she’s shed are proof that she felt something for him, either regret or remorse This evidence is precious to him and the desire to possess it is the closest he’ll ever get to kissing her.
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change -- When she thinks of their friendship, she reminds herself there was nothing she could have done to change her platonic feelings for him; logically, it’s not her fault if she couldn’t love him back but she didn’t take into account the emotional harm she caused him.
Well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad, oh she's bad -- She’s read his suicide note and knows that he killed himself because of her; she feels guilty and tainted (“bad”)
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this face again You'll go stabbing, yourself in, the neck -- The chorus flashes back to the moment right before he kills himself. He’s talks to himself in the mirror knowing that he doesn’t have her and his life is getting worse (“poor and aging”). He says goodbye to himself and then slits his throat.
It's in the way that she poses, It's in the things that she puts in my hair -- He watches her grieve, hungrily taking in all her actions interpreting them as her signs of affection for him
Her stories are boring and stuff – He doesn’t pay attention to the stories she tells in her eulogy of him since he’s only interested in her, OR, her stories of him are boring because they only tell of their friendship and he wanted it to be much more
She's always calling my bluff – I suppose that at one time, he professed his desperate love for her and gave an ultimatum, ie, if you don’t love me I’ll kill myself. She called his bluff and now he’s dead.
She puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart She puts the weights into my little heart I said she puts the weights into my little heart -- He’s dead and could float away and be free from all this, but his love for her weighs him back down to earth and all he can do now is follow and watch her every move.
She packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away – She logically and coolly puts away all the memories and feelings she’s ever had for him as she returns to normal life.
It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough She puts the weights in my heart She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart -- It’s “her heaven” because his idea of heaven is wherever she is, even though he knows that just watching her will never be enough for him.