7eleven
Midnight Reflections: Unraveling Emotions in CowardlyCrow's 7eleven
Lyrics
Do
Expression of action or inquiry
Thoughts
Content of one's mind or reflections
Melt?
Questioning the dissolution of thoughts
Mine seem to slug together every which way
Personal thoughts merging chaotically
Maybe that's how they're supposed to be
Suggesting a lack of order or structure in thoughts
Without any semblance of direction
Reflection on the absence of clear purpose
But I hate when they start sloshing around in my head
Discomfort with unorganized thoughts
It's hard not to think about the people I love and hate
Contemplation of emotions towards loved and disliked individuals
Their faces don't build in my mind, it makes my heartache
Difficulty visualizing the faces of loved ones causing emotional pain
It seems like I don't care about the people I love
Perceived apathy toward loved ones
But really I'm scared of not being enough
Fear of inadequacy despite caring deeply
Visit a 7-Eleven near midnight
Setting: 7-Eleven at midnight
Cruise down the linoleum aisles
Descriptive imagery of store aisles
Question why I even came tonight
Questioning the purpose of being present
As my vision blurs and everything crosses the light
Sensory overload leading to blurred vision
My hands shake with every risky line
Nervousness and anxiety manifesting physically
And my face isn't even mine
Identity crisis: feeling disconnected from oneself
It's scratched up and undefined
Physical appearance reflecting internal turmoil
Do thoughts melt, or do they sink?
Rhetorical question on the fate of thoughts
Will you ever look at me in my glassy eyes and ask me,
Anticipating concern from others about emotional well-being
"are you alright?"
Desire for someone to notice emotional distress
Because I seemed to mess everything up
Admission of personal mistakes and regrets
Will you cup your hands in mine and tell me, "you are enough"
Seeking reassurance and validation from others
People don't care about what I have to say
Perception of being disregarded by others
And I'm just there to give them a sense of morality
Feeling a sense of obligation to provide moral guidance
It feels like all they do is pity me
Perceived pity from others
A melody that's cursed me with its complexities
Complex emotions conveyed through a cursed melody
It isn't even a good sight to see
Negative impact of self-perception
It bullies me about everything
Self-criticism affecting various aspects of life
Detach from everything I know
Intentional detachment from familiar surroundings
It'll prove to me that I'll always be alone
Fear of perpetual loneliness
Every fault is my own
Acceptance of personal responsibility for faults
My hands shake with a faltering smile
Physical manifestation of insecurity with a smiling facade
As I walk down the 7-Eleven's aisle
Continuation of the 7-Eleven setting
My face isn't even mine
Further deterioration of self-identity
It's rotten and defiled
"I didn't want you to worry about me, but it's gone and spilled out now"
Admission of emotional vulnerability
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