jesus christ. talk about hitting a nerve with your crowd. this song just reeks of personal turmoil.
"I'm twenty-five and I still don't fit in, directionless like a blind man painting"
who the fuck fits in at this age? maybe it's just me, that's very possible, but these years are full of figuring out who you are and what you want to be... nothing ever seems to make sense until it finally does, as if you'd had an epiphany.
"Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this. The lifeboats are leaving with or without me."
This is no one's fault. It's just how life goes. Options and opportunities knock and doors close whether you accept them or not. Life goes on.
"What's the point of falling in love? If I don't love myself. What's the point of being alive? If all I want is out"
When you're this fucked up, what's the point to anything? How can you manage or sustain any relationship if you don't have 'you' under control? I think at some point, everyone questions what it all means.
"Late, late at night under black and blue moons, I question the reasons that I self-abuse. I'm so pathetic, it makes me sick. I'm a finger-less pianist."
Why are you alone in your room drinking a fifth of whiskey? What good does this do? What does it accomplish? Self-abuse is a gut reaction, and it's a cycle that people get drawn into. You don't know why or what, but you continually do it without really ever knowing why. This, of course, initiates self-loathing because you don't understand what the fuck you're doing. Like a man trying to play the piano without any fingers. What the fuck are you doing?
"There is no love, there's only this. Just lust, and lies, and selfishness."
Until true love strikes you, it all seems so trivial. You have sex with people, you lie to them (intentionally or not) because you don't really love them, and it's all because you're selfish. You just wanted to get laid. Human instinct.
"I fell into the ocean eye, I feel sick. I'm waiting on a nameless rescue ship"
That nameless rescue ship is the woman/man who will save you from this abyss. Whether they exist or not... that's a different story.
jesus christ. talk about hitting a nerve with your crowd. this song just reeks of personal turmoil.
"I'm twenty-five and I still don't fit in, directionless like a blind man painting"
who the fuck fits in at this age? maybe it's just me, that's very possible, but these years are full of figuring out who you are and what you want to be... nothing ever seems to make sense until it finally does, as if you'd had an epiphany.
"Mother I'm so sorry, I can't go on like this. The lifeboats are leaving with or without me."
This is no one's fault. It's just how life goes. Options and opportunities knock and doors close whether you accept them or not. Life goes on.
"What's the point of falling in love? If I don't love myself. What's the point of being alive? If all I want is out"
When you're this fucked up, what's the point to anything? How can you manage or sustain any relationship if you don't have 'you' under control? I think at some point, everyone questions what it all means.
"Late, late at night under black and blue moons, I question the reasons that I self-abuse. I'm so pathetic, it makes me sick. I'm a finger-less pianist."
Why are you alone in your room drinking a fifth of whiskey? What good does this do? What does it accomplish? Self-abuse is a gut reaction, and it's a cycle that people get drawn into. You don't know why or what, but you continually do it without really ever knowing why. This, of course, initiates self-loathing because you don't understand what the fuck you're doing. Like a man trying to play the piano without any fingers. What the fuck are you doing?
"There is no love, there's only this. Just lust, and lies, and selfishness."
Until true love strikes you, it all seems so trivial. You have sex with people, you lie to them (intentionally or not) because you don't really love them, and it's all because you're selfish. You just wanted to get laid. Human instinct.
"I fell into the ocean eye, I feel sick. I'm waiting on a nameless rescue ship"
That nameless rescue ship is the woman/man who will save you from this abyss. Whether they exist or not... that's a different story.
Good luck.