Lyrics
You know that feeling that you get
You are familiar with that particular emotion
Sharp sensation in your chest
An intense feeling located in your chest
Some people call it longing
Termed as longing by some individuals
But that doesn't capture it
Longing is an inadequate description
At the market down the block
Referencing a market nearby
Or the museum on the weekend
Or a museum visit during the weekend
Bumping into people but the only person there
Encountering people, yet feeling alone
Some days crowded spaces feel lonely
Crowded places can be isolating on certain days
Some days they feel ok
Other days, crowded spaces are tolerable
Well I've been here before
The narrator has experienced this emotion previously
On velvet chaises
Recalling moments on luxurious couches
And there's room for one more
There is space for one more person
My eyes are glazing over
The narrator's attention is drifting away
Every single floor
Every level of a place (perhaps metaphorical) is the same
And nothing changes
Nothing changes, and the loneliness persists
I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met
The narrator is profoundly lonely at The Met
Stuck in my head
The feeling is deeply ingrained or persistent
My belief used to be
Previous belief about meeting a life partner
A man you'd meet out on the street
An encounter leading to a life partner and father figure
Would turn into a partner and a careful father
The idealized belief of a partner and father
I'd drop my ticket and
A moment with a dropped ticket
He'd pick it up as if to say
The man picking up the ticket symbolizes care
I'll always find your things before you miss them
A promise to always find and take care of belongings
Some days crowded spaces feel lonely
Crowded spaces can still be lonely on some days
Some days they feel ok
Some days, crowded spaces feel acceptable
Well I've been here before
The narrator has encountered this scenario previously
On velvet chaises
Reflecting on past experiences on luxurious couches
And there's room for one more
Space available for another person
My eyes are glazing over
The narrator's attention is wandering
Every single floor
Every level remains the same
And nothing changes
Nothing changes; loneliness persists at The Met
I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met
Profound loneliness is still felt at The Met
Somehow always end up here again
A recurring pattern of ending up at The Met
Well I've been here before
The narrator has experienced this scenario before
On velvet chaises
Recalling moments on luxurious couches
And there's room for one more
Space available for one more person
My eyes are glazing over
The narrator's attention is drifting
Every single floor
Every level remains the same
And nothing changes
Nothing changes; loneliness persists at The Met
I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met
Profound loneliness is still felt at The Met
Somehow always end up here again
A recurring pattern of ending up at The Met
Ahh
An expressive exclamation or sigh
Stuck in my head
The feeling is stuck in the narrator's mind
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