Lyric discussion by eating_for_you 

i like skullzor's interpretation, and i think it can be branched out to applied to anyone-- many live from addiction to addiction, whether it be substances, or passionate love, or just some kind of extreme, disillusioned fantasy. many can only live in the comfort of those extremes, often only want to live in those extremes because life is too mundane and droning without them. without them, there's no motivation. i can definitely see this being about a dog, on the surface, but it can also illustrate the destruction of a human's hopes over the course of his life-- constantly getting extreme passions, enveloping loves destroyed, and after a while just deciding to settle for paralysis; he gives up. it's easier, it's the sane, stable, realistic choice. he gives up hope for attaining those fleeting ineffable states. he don't want all the intense pain and insanity that goes along with constantly trying to attain a phantom ideal.

"She don't get up When I come Into the room She don't run Through the fields Anymore"

rest in peace, mark linkous.

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