Curses In Cursive
Midnight Reflections: A Melodic Tale of Lost Souls
Lyrics
sitting on a bench in a park on a saturday night
Sitting alone on a park bench on a Saturday night.
waiting for the sun to arise to show me what i've missed in my life
Await the sunrise to reveal what has been missed in life.
isn't it beautiful to envy their lives
Reflecting on the beauty of envying others' lives.
lying in the middle of streets
Lying in the middle of streets, possibly metaphorical for vulnerability.
waiting for my defeat
Anticipating and accepting personal defeat.
isn't it great to think of how we've all just been beat
Contemplating the shared experience of being beaten in life.
let's drink threw the wholes in the walls
Suggesting escapism through drinking, perhaps to cope.
and drug all our hearts with remorse
Using drugs to numb emotions and induce remorse.
staying up to hear your heart beat
Staying awake to feel one's heartbeat, seeking self-belief.
to believe in myself
Expressing the desire to believe in oneself.
so quick so anxious to hold and be held in return
Eagerly seeking and cherishing connection with others.
let's just leave
Suggesting a desire to leave a situation or relationship.
don't get carried away
Cautioning against getting overly involved or excited.
don't lose track or you'll lose concentration
Warning against losing focus or concentration.
i wrote the song for december
Dedicating the song to a person or period associated with December.
i hope she likes what she hears
Hoping the person appreciates the song and its emotions.
i hope she tears out her heart
Expressing a desire for the person to confront their emotions.
and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears
Imagining the person leaving home to face and overcome fears.
i wrote this song for our new year
Dedicating the song to the New Year with a pessimistic outlook.
i hope it turns out half as bad
Wishing for the New Year to be less than ideal.
because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back
Anticipating people returning home as the clock strikes twelve.
Lying to myself for the past few weeks
Admitting to self-deception in recent weeks.
keep on turning to my left because my saint is weak
Turning left, possibly symbolizing seeking a weaker path or direction.
and i'm gone, broken down, in this world where i'm only an image
Feeling broken down in a world where one's identity is just an image.
Keep on stomping down to the same old beat
Maintaining a repetitive and monotonous life rhythm.
and my life is like a record left on repeat
Life resembling a record stuck on repeat.
I'm so lost in my mind and my angel just died
Feeling lost in the mind, possibly mourning the loss of an "angel."
am I standing here all on my own?
Questioning if one is standing alone in their struggles.
i wrote the song for december
Repeating the dedication of the song to a person associated with December.
i hope she likes what she hears
Reiterating the hope that the person appreciates the song.
i hope she tears out her heart
Expressing a desire for the person to confront their emotions again.
and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears
Imagining the person leaving home to face and overcome fears once more.
i wrote this song for our new year
Repeating the dedication of the song to the New Year with a pessimistic outlook.
i hope it turns out as bad
Reiterating the wish for the New Year to turn out poorly.
because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back
Anticipating people heading home as the clock strikes twelve on New Year's Eve.
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