Listening to the Cure
Walking with a Sickness: Finding Comfort in the Cure
Lyrics
Well, I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.
Expressing the presence of a personal struggle or ailment while seeking solace in music, specifically "the cure."
My head feels really heavy, but why, I'm not so sure.
Describing the physical sensation of a heavy head without clear understanding or explanation.
One day I'll analyse if it's the hand that I've been given,
Contemplating the circumstances or fate one has been dealt, intending to analyze it in the future.
But for now I'll plug my ears and let my feet stamp out the rhythm.
Temporarily avoiding deep contemplation by drowning out thoughts with rhythmic music.
I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.
Reiteration of the coexistence of personal struggles and reliance on music for comfort.
I'm walking on the pavement across from her old house.
Narrating a walk near a past relationship's residence, observing the current occupants.
Whoever lives there now is watching Homes Under the Hammer on the couch.
Imagining the present occupants engaged in mundane activities, emphasizing the contrast with past experiences.
They look like they're a pair who've found what I could never find,
Reflecting on the perceived success of others in finding what the narrator couldn't.
But maybe that's 'cos I'm the type to peek through people's blinds.
Admitting to a tendency to invade others' privacy or observe their lives.
It's funny, they're sat in the exact spot I was sitting when she kicked me out.
Noting the irony of the current occupants being in the same location where the narrator was once rejected.
And then six months later on Christmas Eve she cried a lot in the pub,
Recalling a past emotional moment involving the narrator's ex-partner crying in a pub on Christmas Eve.
And my friends all happened to be there, so they asked her what was up.
Friends inquire about the situation, revealing that the narrator was the one who left the relationship.
And the basic take away from it was that I was the one who fucked off.
Acknowledging the negative consequences of the narrator's actions on social invitations.
And now I don't get invited out so much.
Expressing a sense of isolation and reduced social interactions after the New Year.
And not long after the New Year came she started dating my best mate,
Revealing the ex-partner's quick involvement with the narrator's best friend without much reaction from others.
And no one seemed to bat an eyelid. From what I gather they all thought it was great.
Noting the peculiar lack of negative reactions to the ex-partner's new relationship.
But the weirdest thing is that so many worse things than this have happened in my life.
Reflecting on the relative insignificance of the situation compared to other life hardships.
So why is it only now I wake up gutted that at night I didn't fucking die?
Expressing an unexpected and intense emotional reaction to the current circumstances.
The doctor said there's someone I should talk to. They've given me her name.
Referring to professional help recommended by a doctor and anticipating skepticism from the counselor.
I bet she's met a thousand twats like me, and she thinks we're all the same.
Anticipating negative judgment from the counselor based on a perceived stereotype.
But my mum is really worried, I can see it on her face,
Observing concern in the narrator's mother and using music as a coping mechanism.
So for her I'll stick my headphones in and stroll down to that place.
Committing to taking steps for the sake of the narrator's mother, even if they seem challenging.
And if it makes me take the toaster out the bathroom, hey, I'm more than game.
Humorously referring to the extreme measure of removing the toaster from the bathroom for safety.
So I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.
Reiteration of the coexistence of personal struggles and reliance on music for comfort.
If my legs take me somewhere that gives me comfort I'll let you know for sure.
Expressing openness to finding comfort in a place and sharing the experience if it occurs.
But I'm trying hard to keep what's up ahead of me a mystery,
Intentionally keeping future events unclear and embracing the mystery.
So for now I'll crank the volume up on Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me.
Choosing to focus on music ("Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me") as a distraction or source of solace.
I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.
Reiteration of the coexistence of personal struggles and reliance on music for comfort.
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