Lyrics
My fingers broke holding the rope that tied me to the past
Struggling to let go of the past, feeling bound by it.
I choked on every simple syllable I'd stitched into my teeth
Difficulty expressing simple things due to emotional distress.
Since the bones reset I guess I think about you less
After a personal transformation, thoughts of a person have diminished.
Unless I'm drinking or upset, but honestly that doesn't happen frequently
Reflecting on the rarity of feeling upset or drinking, implying emotional detachment.
I'm not even sure why I'm still calling you up
Questioning the persistence of calling someone despite knowing they are unreachable.
When I know that your phone's been disconnected for months
Realizing the futility of calling since the person's phone is disconnected.
I guess it's hard to break a habit that reminds you of love
Struggling to break a habit that reminds of past love.
I just needed you to know that I don't miss you at all
Asserting the lack of missing the person, possibly to convince oneself.
And needlework would never hurt, I embellished all that I was worth
Describing the pain of needlework as metaphorical, symbolizing emotional pain.
With words so passionately birthed by lovers losing hope
Expressing intense emotions through carefully chosen words born from a sense of hopelessness in love.
But in the end I hated all the metaphors we made
Expressing dislike for the metaphors and sentiments created during the relationship.
Every sickly sentiment that I had sewn into my skin
Regretting the emotional investment represented by sentiments sewn into the skin.
I'm learning to remove your every suture, every wound is proof
Learning to heal and move on, acknowledging the scars left by love.
That even love is ruthless
Stating that love can be ruthless, acknowledging its challenges and difficulties.
But I survived no thanks to you
Surviving despite the lack of support or help from the person.
But in the end I hated all the metaphors we made
Reiterating the dislike for metaphors created during the relationship.
Every sickly sentiment that I had sewn into my skin
Reaffirming regret for emotional investments made in the past.
I'm learning to remove your every suture, every wound is proof
Continuing the process of healing and acknowledging the evidence of past wounds.
That even love is ruthless
Reiterating the challenging and ruthless nature of love.
But I survived no thanks to you
Surviving despite the challenges and hardships of love without gratitude to the other person.
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