Lyrics
I find it tragic how things just lose their magic
I feel sorrowful about how certain things lose their enchantment over time.
Like summer and weekends and hanging out with old friends
Examples include the diminishing magic in experiences like summer, weekends, and hanging out with old friends.
When I think of the time spent under blacklights, letting our minds rise
Recalling moments spent under blacklights, where minds were liberated, but young eyes lacked direction.
We didn't know where to point our young eyes
The confusion of youth, not knowing where to focus or set their gaze.
While our bodies dwell below what some call standard
Reflecting on the disparity between our bodies and societal norms.
And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow
An expression of concern about potential personal breakdowns or failures.
Out on these backroads at nighttime
Driving on backroads at night, possibly symbolizing a journey through uncertainties.
As green turns gold and green turns smoke
Observing the changing colors from green to gold and smoke, indicating transitions and uncertainties.
It's getting way too cold to sit out here like we used to
Feeling the chill, both in the environment and the fading warmth of past experiences.
Under the streetlights, letting our minds rise
Reminiscing about sitting under streetlights, letting minds wander.
While my mind is fighting wars to make peace in yours
Personal struggles to bring peace to someone else's troubled mind.
I've got friends all across these states
Having friends scattered across states, each with hopeful smiles and words.
With smiling faces and words of hope
Despite friendly faces, there is a sense of loss wherever the narrator goes.
No matter where I go, it's something I've lost
Expressing the continuous search for something that seems unattainable.
And I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope
Contemplating self-destructive thoughts, tying metaphorical knots in one's own destiny.
And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow
Reiterating the hope for personal stability amid internal struggles.
Out on these backroads with all the shit in my head
Struggling with mental burdens while navigating life's uncertainties.
And I really hope that my temper doesn't finally go
Expressing a desire for emotional control, hoping not to lose temper.
Off when you're not around to take it out on
Fearing the consequences of losing temper when there's no one around to share the burden.
'Cause I'll take it out on
Anticipating taking out frustration on oneself in the absence of external outlets.
(I've got friends all across these states
Repeating the theme of having supportive friends across states.
With smiling faces and words of hope)
Emphasizing the presence of positive influences, despite the ongoing personal struggles.
'Cause I'll take it out on, on
Reiterating the likelihood of internalizing frustration and taking it out on oneself.
(No matter where I go, it's something I've lost
Echoing the sense of loss and persistent negative thoughts, expressed through tying knots in one's own fate.
And I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope)
Continuation of introspective thoughts and struggles.
On myself
An acknowledgment of self-blame and self-harm.
On myself
Repeating the self-reproach, possibly emphasizing the internal conflict.
On myself
Final repetition, underscoring the internalized nature of the struggles and negative emotions.
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