The fear and panic in that opening "oh god, oh god" wipes away any ideas that this might be a party anthem. In the beginning stanza the speaker opens the door and sees a girl overdosed, twisted grotesquely, laid out on the floor. This isn't the first time it's happened, but "she's really done it now."
Then with the chorus "back it up, back it up" he takes us on a trip down memory lane. Their relationship was not a romantic affair: "There ain't nothing here that's valid." They were brought together because of their party lifestyles, riches, and daddy issues: "our long lost fathers." Despite petty bickering and abuse they've stayed together because she got pregnant.
Even though he knows how shallow and how superficial their relationship was, gazing down at her corpse he realizes too late how much he needed her. In denial and cowardice he turns away and walks out the door moaning, "Tell me, baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard. Tell me how to stay strong."
He walks into the rain, which is falling hard. He wants to call out to her, to yell, and to complain about something as stupid as bad weather, but decides, "it's that much better if I do it all in person." After standing there for a bit of time and letting the storm soak through him, he walks back inside and carries her body home.
She's dead. Or nearly dead.
The fear and panic in that opening "oh god, oh god" wipes away any ideas that this might be a party anthem. In the beginning stanza the speaker opens the door and sees a girl overdosed, twisted grotesquely, laid out on the floor. This isn't the first time it's happened, but "she's really done it now."
Then with the chorus "back it up, back it up" he takes us on a trip down memory lane. Their relationship was not a romantic affair: "There ain't nothing here that's valid." They were brought together because of their party lifestyles, riches, and daddy issues: "our long lost fathers." Despite petty bickering and abuse they've stayed together because she got pregnant.
Even though he knows how shallow and how superficial their relationship was, gazing down at her corpse he realizes too late how much he needed her. In denial and cowardice he turns away and walks out the door moaning, "Tell me, baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard. Tell me how to stay strong."
He walks into the rain, which is falling hard. He wants to call out to her, to yell, and to complain about something as stupid as bad weather, but decides, "it's that much better if I do it all in person." After standing there for a bit of time and letting the storm soak through him, he walks back inside and carries her body home.