This song is obviously about an eating disorder. I have one. All of the pieces are there and I thank Dave for writing this. I'll explain a little further:
"Lately I've been measuring. Seems my time is growing thin. Wind me up and watch me spin. Watch me spin. Watch me spin"
Obviously, we measure ourselves. As we eat less and less, we're slowly killing ourselves. Our time is growing thin as we get thin- so, a little word play there. Starving not only makes us lose weight, but is usually linked to psychological things. As we live our lives, we're barely living. We live halfheartedly. We're like a wind-up toy. We're living only because we were wound up. In my case, I wind up and spin- put on a show for everyone- and act like I'm fine so my Mom won't go off the deep end. Sad, isn't it?
"All worn out and nothing fits. Brennivin and cigarettes. More I give the less I get. But I'm all set. I'm all set" I'm a worn out rag. Starving yourself really sucks the life out of you. I'm too small for all of my clothes, but I couldn't feel bigger in them. It actually hurts me to say I'm too small because in reality, I know I'm an oversized whale. Brinnivin is alcohol. I would drink to numb the pain but alcohol has calories, so I just get really high. I smoke cigarettes instead of eating. The more I give, the less I get is referring to how we work so hard to lose weight, and then it's just fucking killing us. But we're all set. because this is what we have our minds set on. This is the only way were okay. I'm only happy when I'm starving.
"Deep within this frame of mine. Heart of hearts a valentine. Tell my mom I'm doing fine. I'm doing fine. I'm doing fine" Deep within our frames, we have huge hearts. We don't deserve the hatred we bestow among ourselves, but we can't stop. We lie. All. The. Time. I lie and tell my Mom I'm fine every day. I'm fucking dying. I just can't let her know that.
This song is obviously about an eating disorder. I have one. All of the pieces are there and I thank Dave for writing this. I'll explain a little further:
"Lately I've been measuring. Seems my time is growing thin. Wind me up and watch me spin. Watch me spin. Watch me spin" Obviously, we measure ourselves. As we eat less and less, we're slowly killing ourselves. Our time is growing thin as we get thin- so, a little word play there. Starving not only makes us lose weight, but is usually linked to psychological things. As we live our lives, we're barely living. We live halfheartedly. We're like a wind-up toy. We're living only because we were wound up. In my case, I wind up and spin- put on a show for everyone- and act like I'm fine so my Mom won't go off the deep end. Sad, isn't it? "All worn out and nothing fits. Brennivin and cigarettes. More I give the less I get. But I'm all set. I'm all set" I'm a worn out rag. Starving yourself really sucks the life out of you. I'm too small for all of my clothes, but I couldn't feel bigger in them. It actually hurts me to say I'm too small because in reality, I know I'm an oversized whale. Brinnivin is alcohol. I would drink to numb the pain but alcohol has calories, so I just get really high. I smoke cigarettes instead of eating. The more I give, the less I get is referring to how we work so hard to lose weight, and then it's just fucking killing us. But we're all set. because this is what we have our minds set on. This is the only way were okay. I'm only happy when I'm starving. "Deep within this frame of mine. Heart of hearts a valentine. Tell my mom I'm doing fine. I'm doing fine. I'm doing fine" Deep within our frames, we have huge hearts. We don't deserve the hatred we bestow among ourselves, but we can't stop. We lie. All. The. Time. I lie and tell my Mom I'm fine every day. I'm fucking dying. I just can't let her know that.
I encourage you to get help from your parents/professionals. There are many people who love and will support you. You are worth saving.
I encourage you to get help from your parents/professionals. There are many people who love and will support you. You are worth saving.