I think this about a homeless bisexual ('another girl another boy another place to stay') who sleeps with many ('collecting hearts') out of a need to keep off the streets. Maybe they have chosen to become bisexual due to the serverity of their predicament.
The narrator shows that the person doesn't have a plan, rather they are walking blind and stumbling through life: 'we close our eyes and feel our way'
'A new fit' means the new sexual relationship they have found.
This person is HIV positive but doesn't tell their partners about it. This might be because they fear another night out in the cold, as 'another boy another girl' means 'another place to go'.
They die: 'it feels like sleep', 'it feels like being born'. And they 'return to [the] soil' as a continuity of energy transference.
'Return to frailer form' means that when our bodies degrade and become dust, we become a 'frailer form'. made from the same materials and elements, but in a different arrangment.
Alice Glass once said 'everything is dust'.
Inherently sad and meaningful, these lyrics struck me as a possible reflection on homeless life from the narrator's teenage years.
I think this about a homeless bisexual ('another girl another boy another place to stay') who sleeps with many ('collecting hearts') out of a need to keep off the streets. Maybe they have chosen to become bisexual due to the serverity of their predicament.
The narrator shows that the person doesn't have a plan, rather they are walking blind and stumbling through life: 'we close our eyes and feel our way'
'A new fit' means the new sexual relationship they have found.
This person is HIV positive but doesn't tell their partners about it. This might be because they fear another night out in the cold, as 'another boy another girl' means 'another place to go'.
They die: 'it feels like sleep', 'it feels like being born'. And they 'return to [the] soil' as a continuity of energy transference.
'Return to frailer form' means that when our bodies degrade and become dust, we become a 'frailer form'. made from the same materials and elements, but in a different arrangment.
Alice Glass once said 'everything is dust'.
Inherently sad and meaningful, these lyrics struck me as a possible reflection on homeless life from the narrator's teenage years.