Here is my interpretation of what his song means, maybe right, maybe wrong.
My lungs stone and my days all serpentine
He is having a hard time breathing, because he has taken pills, and his days are unraveling, with no purpose.
The tight tightness in my chest rest and subsides
The pills kick in, He finally dies.
In one dull dawn with a hum that split its length
They are digging his grave, in it's length.
Does my name sting your tongue now does it babe.
Now that he is dead, he hopes she feels guilty for rejecting him, and driving him to kill himself.
Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray
He loves her, but he is also pained by her, because she will not commit to him.
On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches
He aches for her, but she has spurned him, and turned his soul away, so he feels he must kill himself to get her attention.
For every gray and sad hemmed heart to coil
He wants her bad, and is ready to strike, but she has killed his heart by rejecting him, so he acts.
And our frail eyes and their whites to finally toll
We are so frail, that sometimes we cannot handle the rejection, and the final toll is death.
Now one brash phrase could crush this fragile day
He is frightened to say the wrong thing to her, and ruin his only chance with her.
As my thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade
He knows what he wants to say, but he cannot find the words to tell her.
The one such spur that caused my throat to creak
He freezes up, he has no words, his love is lost, she rejects him completely.
The one dull dawn I’ve sentenced to repeat
He is totally rejected, and all of his worst nightmares come true, he is a complete failure, and he kills himself.
Here is my interpretation of what his song means, maybe right, maybe wrong.
My lungs stone and my days all serpentine He is having a hard time breathing, because he has taken pills, and his days are unraveling, with no purpose.
The tight tightness in my chest rest and subsides The pills kick in, He finally dies.
In one dull dawn with a hum that split its length They are digging his grave, in it's length.
Does my name sting your tongue now does it babe. Now that he is dead, he hopes she feels guilty for rejecting him, and driving him to kill himself.
Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray He loves her, but he is also pained by her, because she will not commit to him.
On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches He aches for her, but she has spurned him, and turned his soul away, so he feels he must kill himself to get her attention.
For every gray and sad hemmed heart to coil He wants her bad, and is ready to strike, but she has killed his heart by rejecting him, so he acts.
And our frail eyes and their whites to finally toll We are so frail, that sometimes we cannot handle the rejection, and the final toll is death.
Now one brash phrase could crush this fragile day He is frightened to say the wrong thing to her, and ruin his only chance with her.
As my thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade He knows what he wants to say, but he cannot find the words to tell her.
The one such spur that caused my throat to creak He freezes up, he has no words, his love is lost, she rejects him completely.
The one dull dawn I’ve sentenced to repeat He is totally rejected, and all of his worst nightmares come true, he is a complete failure, and he kills himself.