We've got our tracks covered
Thanks to your older brother
It's not the moonlight that sets me off
It's not the money that makes me scoff
(He's getting alcohol or some type of drug from an older brother's friend, it's not the night time that makes him become restless or the money that makes him melancholy)
It's my impeccable disorder
Where I keep on falling for her
It's not the way my mother talks
It's not the people that she mocks
(It's this girl he knows that doesn't reciprocate, at least to the same degree, the feelings he has for her...separately it is also not the fact that his mother is unsatisfied with her life.)
It's the nature of the experiment
It's the patterns of my temperment
It's the nature of the experiment
They're taking me in increments
(It's the way that people behave in relation to one another, it creates this continuous cycle of his life that slowly takes away his innocence.)
We're halfway up the bracket
The rain comes through my jacket
It's not the stones inside my shoes
It's not the risk of what's to lose
(He's halfway up the bracket, he's halfway to where he wants to be in life when the old feelings pour through his "jacket". It's not the everyday discomfort associated with life, it's not the fact that he may fail.)
It's an ancient Russian proverb
But I doubt it's ones that you've heard
It's not the cracks beneath the floor
It's not the fact that it's a chore
(Kinda would need to know the proverb for this one, I'm guessing it has something to do with going through the motions to satisfy the people around you.)
It's the nature of the experiment
It's the patterns of my temperment
It's the nature of the experiment
They're taking me in increments
(see above)
We've got our tracks covered Thanks to your older brother It's not the moonlight that sets me off It's not the money that makes me scoff
(He's getting alcohol or some type of drug from an older brother's friend, it's not the night time that makes him become restless or the money that makes him melancholy)
It's my impeccable disorder Where I keep on falling for her It's not the way my mother talks It's not the people that she mocks (It's this girl he knows that doesn't reciprocate, at least to the same degree, the feelings he has for her...separately it is also not the fact that his mother is unsatisfied with her life.)
It's the nature of the experiment It's the patterns of my temperment It's the nature of the experiment They're taking me in increments (It's the way that people behave in relation to one another, it creates this continuous cycle of his life that slowly takes away his innocence.)
We're halfway up the bracket The rain comes through my jacket It's not the stones inside my shoes It's not the risk of what's to lose (He's halfway up the bracket, he's halfway to where he wants to be in life when the old feelings pour through his "jacket". It's not the everyday discomfort associated with life, it's not the fact that he may fail.)
It's an ancient Russian proverb But I doubt it's ones that you've heard It's not the cracks beneath the floor It's not the fact that it's a chore (Kinda would need to know the proverb for this one, I'm guessing it has something to do with going through the motions to satisfy the people around you.)
It's the nature of the experiment It's the patterns of my temperment It's the nature of the experiment They're taking me in increments (see above)
Just my thoughts