Lyrics
Stepping into all the riches I've ever dreamed of
Expressing fulfillment in achieving all the wealth and aspirations imagined.
Hearing all the voices carry my songs
Acknowledging that one's songs are being heard and appreciated by others.
It's finally bearing fruit, all the years that I've given you
Seeing the results of the invested years, suggesting success and accomplishment.
Left inside my room, as it blooms
Reflecting on a period of isolation and creativity, leading to positive outcomes.
In every spud, a sleepless night, cause no one ever knew
Highlighting the loneliness and sleepless nights associated with a creative process.
I just made music to ignore the war outside
Using music as an escape from the external conflicts and chaos.
Balled up in tears, squeezing my head the noise cut through
Describing a vulnerable moment, expressing emotional pain amid external disturbances.
I turn glass to snares and screams to melody
Transforming hardships into artistic expression, turning challenges into music.
Somewhere along the way it turned to memory
Acknowledging a shift from immediate struggles to preserved memories through music.
And the dopamine floods when I'm with you
Emphasizing the positive influence of being with someone, using "dopamine floods" metaphorically to describe intense pleasure.
And the dopamine floods when I'm with you
-And the dopamine floods when I'm with you
-And the dopamine floods when I'm with you
-Something like addiction running through
Comparing the feelings associated with being with someone to addiction, suggesting a powerful and consuming connection.
Something like addiction struggling through
-I just make music to ignore the war outside
Reiterating the use of music as a coping mechanism to block out external conflicts.
Balled up in tears, squeezing my head the noise cut through
Revisiting the theme of emotional distress amid external disturbances, reinforcing the need for escapism through music.
I turn glass to snares and screams to melody
Reiterating the transformative power of music, converting fragility ("glass") into strength ("snares") and chaos ("screams") into harmony ("melody").
Somewhere along the way it turned to memory
Highlighting the evolution of music from a coping mechanism to a cherished memory.
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