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For me, this is a song of struggles with depression.
"I know the meaning is right And I have confessions to know"
You know yourself and the things you don't like to admit:
"I am the suffering type I'm burying more than I show"
But you also know:
"I'm more alive than I know"
And then we hear the voice of depression, don't bother about anything, none of it matters:
"Don't wash, don't shower, don't bathe Don't eat, don't grow, don't age Don't cry, don't challenge, don't change"
And then you beat yourself up for feeling that way:
"Don't fall or drag yourself down"
You feel the call of drugs, though you know it's a bad idea and tell yourself not to give in:
"Yeah I'm the needles and veins Dragged down so far don't fear don't rob yourself again"
So you turn to your art, writing, songwriting, your creative outlet:
"Yeah I'm on the crest of a song I'm riding it while I'm wrong"
And maybe it's not so bad, perhaps this is how you're meant to be, some crazy poet, or just a rock and roll Joe, with tales of woe:
"Yeah I know where I'm from"
And then the voice of the chorus creeps back in. A tale of neither defeat nor victory, just a day in the life with the struggle.
For me, this is a song of struggles with depression.
"I know the meaning is right And I have confessions to know"
You know yourself and the things you don't like to admit:
"I am the suffering type I'm burying more than I show"
But you also know:
"I'm more alive than I know"
And then we hear the voice of depression, don't bother about anything, none of it matters:
"Don't wash, don't shower, don't bathe Don't eat, don't grow, don't age Don't cry, don't challenge, don't change"
And then you beat yourself up for feeling that way:
"Don't fall or drag yourself down"
You feel the call of drugs, though you know it's a bad idea and tell yourself not to give in:
"Yeah I'm the needles and veins Dragged down so far don't fear don't rob yourself again"
So you turn to your art, writing, songwriting, your creative outlet:
"Yeah I'm on the crest of a song I'm riding it while I'm wrong"
And maybe it's not so bad, perhaps this is how you're meant to be, some crazy poet, or just a rock and roll Joe, with tales of woe:
"Yeah I know where I'm from"
And then the voice of the chorus creeps back in. A tale of neither defeat nor victory, just a day in the life with the struggle.