Hit The Cognac
Embracing Shadows: Hit The Cognac's Journey Through Life's Storms
Lyrics
Dear old mama know you've been worried about my trauma
Acknowledging concern from the speaker's mother about their emotional distress
And there's so much that you don't know know know know
The speaker hides much of their struggles from their mother intentionally
That I will never let you know know know know
The speaker plans to keep certain issues concealed from their mother
Dear old lover know you don't love me
The speaker feels unloved by an old lover
Like the all others, but it's okay to let the wind change coast
Acceptance of the fact that the love from the old lover is not genuine, embracing change
We have to go through storms to feel things slow
Learning and growing through difficult experiences
It starts with I don't mind
Initially not bothered but pretending to be content
Just to keep them satisfied
Pretending to be satisfied to please others
And as the roof fell down
A metaphorical collapse or breakdown
Pretending everything is fine, then you
Choosing to escape reality by indulging in alcohol (cognac)
Hit the cognac, as there's no turning back
Turning to alcohol as a solution, feeling there's no other choice
Hit the cognac, one sip can't be that bad
Trying alcohol as a coping mechanism, underestimating its potential harm
All the expectations biting tongue in conversations
Struggling with societal or personal pressures during conversations
Box yourself into black, then you
Choosing escapism through alcohol consumption again
Hit the cognac, as there's no turning back
Repeating the pattern of seeking relief in alcohol
Hit the cognac, one sip can't be that bad
Continuing to underestimate the consequences of drinking
All the expectations biting tongue in conversations
Reiteration of pressure during conversations, seeking solace in alcohol
Box yourself into black as you hit the cognac
Enclosing oneself in darkness (metaphorically) by relying on alcohol
Dear old friend, how have you been?
Reconnecting with an old friend, acknowledging the failure to meet despite plans
We keep on plan meetups we both know won't happen
Continuing to make plans despite knowing they won't materialize, expressing longing for the friend
But I miss you so, which I know that I'm not good to show
Feeling incapable of expressing true feelings of missing the friend
All the expectations, biting tongue in conversations
Reiterating the pressure felt during conversations, difficulty in self-expression
Box yourself to black, self into black
Encouraging self-isolation or withdrawal into a dark emotional state
All the expectations biting tongue in conversations
Repetition of the struggle with conversational pressure, suggesting retreat into darkness
Box yourself into black as you hit the cognac
Linking the act of drinking to the emotional withdrawal or darkness
Hit the cognac, as there's no turning back
Repeating the theme of alcohol as an escape, with a sense of no return
Hit the cognac, one sip can't be that bad
Downplaying the consequences of drinking
All the expectations biting tongue in conversations
Struggling with societal or personal pressures during conversations, resorting to alcohol
Box yourself into black, then you
Repeating the cycle of using alcohol to escape
Hit the cognac, as there's no turning back
Feeling trapped, perceiving no way out other than alcohol
Hit the cognac, one sip can't be that bad
Underestimating the consequences of drinking, repeating the habit
All the expectations biting tongue in conversations
Continued struggle with conversational pressures, seeking refuge in alcohol
Box yourself into black as you hit the cognac
Enclosure into emotional darkness by relying on alcohol
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