Here's what I think. This song appears to me to be about hiding the inner emotions you feel when someone has left you or broken your heart. You don't want to let on that you're feeling this way because you know it only brings people down, so you have to find a way to keep it inside.
"Is there a powder to erase this?/Is it dissolvable and tasteless?", he cynically treats it like an illness. He goes on about his feelings, that while he doesn't "have the sunny side to face this", he reminds himself to be "invisible and weightless", showing nothing to those around him.
I think eventually he tries so hard to remove his feelings that he ends up feeling cold and dead inside. "I'm trying, but I'm gone.", as though he slips into this other world, where emotions have no meaning. He's "gone through the glass again", he "took the medicine and I went missing". He appears to just want someone to find him and listen to him drain his emotions out on the table, whilst at the same time wanting the one he loves and misses: "just let me hear your voice, just let me listen".
Finally, as though he found someone to tell all his problems to, he lets out in chorus: "all my thoughts of you, bullets through rotten fruit. Come apart at the seams. Now I know what dying means." All the while he is reassuring the one he's talking to that he's not normally this way, this isn't his "rosy self", but reveling in his own self-pity: "Left my roses on my shelf. Take the white ones they're my favourites."
During the bridge he's clearly trying to explain to this guy what he's learned from this experience he's had: "there's a science to walking through windows", slipping into that state where you feel cold and remorseless, because after all, "if you're dead in the mind it will brighten the place."
Here's what I think. This song appears to me to be about hiding the inner emotions you feel when someone has left you or broken your heart. You don't want to let on that you're feeling this way because you know it only brings people down, so you have to find a way to keep it inside.
"Is there a powder to erase this?/Is it dissolvable and tasteless?", he cynically treats it like an illness. He goes on about his feelings, that while he doesn't "have the sunny side to face this", he reminds himself to be "invisible and weightless", showing nothing to those around him.
I think eventually he tries so hard to remove his feelings that he ends up feeling cold and dead inside. "I'm trying, but I'm gone.", as though he slips into this other world, where emotions have no meaning. He's "gone through the glass again", he "took the medicine and I went missing". He appears to just want someone to find him and listen to him drain his emotions out on the table, whilst at the same time wanting the one he loves and misses: "just let me hear your voice, just let me listen".
Finally, as though he found someone to tell all his problems to, he lets out in chorus: "all my thoughts of you, bullets through rotten fruit. Come apart at the seams. Now I know what dying means." All the while he is reassuring the one he's talking to that he's not normally this way, this isn't his "rosy self", but reveling in his own self-pity: "Left my roses on my shelf. Take the white ones they're my favourites."
During the bridge he's clearly trying to explain to this guy what he's learned from this experience he's had: "there's a science to walking through windows", slipping into that state where you feel cold and remorseless, because after all, "if you're dead in the mind it will brighten the place."
Spot on.
Spot on.