I believe that the song is about a boy who got a girl (very well could be his girlfriend) pregnant, and he tries to convince her that she should have the baby and not abort it. This is evident in many of the lyrics, specificly the chorus.
"Hold on my darling,
This body is yours, this body is yours and mine."
In this part, he is saying that although the baby is in her body, he should have a say in what happens to it.
"This mess was yours, now this mess is mine"
Here he is saying that although this was a mistake, im here for you and we can do this together.
I think the verses goes more into their relationship and what happened before and after the pregnancy. He still needs her just as much as she need him.
@Thebrueggs Though I agree with the initial anatomy, I feel that you are plucking feathers at a virgin. Let's reimagine this song as a Serbian folk tale. The boy in this song is trying to deflower the brain of the female bussom. She is trying to hide the fact that her life is ending, yet she still is ready to give it up.
@Thebrueggs Though I agree with the initial anatomy, I feel that you are plucking feathers at a virgin. Let's reimagine this song as a Serbian folk tale. The boy in this song is trying to deflower the brain of the female bussom. She is trying to hide the fact that her life is ending, yet she still is ready to give it up.
When you dig even deeper, you start to put the song together piece by piece. Sex. Not the worship of it, yet without it, what is gender. To squeeze the milk out the tits? To pee out...
When you dig even deeper, you start to put the song together piece by piece. Sex. Not the worship of it, yet without it, what is gender. To squeeze the milk out the tits? To pee out of the balls? Without this interpersonal connection between these two ethnicities, the writer might as well be singing his eulogy to the creator. The creator of love. The creator of laughing. The omniscient present within us all. That spot on our taint that makes us giggle as we sit down one last time. Without that, we are nothing.
I believe that the song is about a boy who got a girl (very well could be his girlfriend) pregnant, and he tries to convince her that she should have the baby and not abort it. This is evident in many of the lyrics, specificly the chorus.
"Hold on my darling, This body is yours, this body is yours and mine."
In this part, he is saying that although the baby is in her body, he should have a say in what happens to it.
"This mess was yours, now this mess is mine"
Here he is saying that although this was a mistake, im here for you and we can do this together.
I think the verses goes more into their relationship and what happened before and after the pregnancy. He still needs her just as much as she need him.
@Thebrueggs your ignorant. This song is about the aftermath of a bombing.
@Thebrueggs your ignorant. This song is about the aftermath of a bombing.
@Thebrueggs Though I agree with the initial anatomy, I feel that you are plucking feathers at a virgin. Let's reimagine this song as a Serbian folk tale. The boy in this song is trying to deflower the brain of the female bussom. She is trying to hide the fact that her life is ending, yet she still is ready to give it up.
@Thebrueggs Though I agree with the initial anatomy, I feel that you are plucking feathers at a virgin. Let's reimagine this song as a Serbian folk tale. The boy in this song is trying to deflower the brain of the female bussom. She is trying to hide the fact that her life is ending, yet she still is ready to give it up.
When you dig even deeper, you start to put the song together piece by piece. Sex. Not the worship of it, yet without it, what is gender. To squeeze the milk out the tits? To pee out...
When you dig even deeper, you start to put the song together piece by piece. Sex. Not the worship of it, yet without it, what is gender. To squeeze the milk out the tits? To pee out of the balls? Without this interpersonal connection between these two ethnicities, the writer might as well be singing his eulogy to the creator. The creator of love. The creator of laughing. The omniscient present within us all. That spot on our taint that makes us giggle as we sit down one last time. Without that, we are nothing.