Gold
Gilded Reflections: Unraveling the Enigma of Emily Horton's 'Gold'
Lyrics
Blame it on your mother all you want to
Blaming someone else, particularly your mother, is your coping mechanism
Whatever helps you go out and get wild
Encouraging a carefree and wild behavior to cope with the situation
You took the best from me and left me all used
Your actions have depleted the best part of me, leaving me feeling used
I could go quiet, but I'm a child
Despite the option to stay silent, your immaturity and vulnerability show through
Amazing what I put up these days
Expressing amazement at the tolerance or endurance in the current circumstances
Steady hands hold in place your glass walls
Stable hands are maintaining the fragile boundaries you've erected
Throwing rocks is all I want lately
Recent desire to rebel or act out by throwing metaphorical rocks
Setting fool's fire to keep the lights on
Using deceptive or illusory tactics to sustain a false sense of security
And oh, how fast the gold things go
Reflecting on the fleeting nature of valuable things
All these rooms I'll never need to know
Avoiding unnecessary knowledge or involvement in certain situations or relationships
It's not like you were setting me free, all you know is how to keep me
Realizing that the other person never intended to set you free; they only know how to control you
You stand there stiff and stoic, turn to stone
Describing someone's unresponsive and unyielding demeanor, turning emotionally cold
And gold's an act of sheer folly, the way that you need me, the way that that haunts me
Viewing expressions of affection or commitment as foolish and haunting
And gold's what's right in front of me, the pieces of puzzles you keep taking from me
Recognizing valuable aspects (gold) being taken away by the other person
And gold's how I learned my lesson, to want you, to need you, well, that's a fool's errand
Learning a painful lesson about wanting and needing someone who may not reciprocate
And gold, how empty it must be to make yourself the lone wolf, how's carnage? How's glory?
Contemplating the emptiness of pursuing a solitary and self-centered path
And oh, how fast the gold things go
Reiterating the fleeting nature of valuable things, like gold
All these rooms I'll never need to know
Continuing to avoid unnecessary knowledge or involvement in certain aspects of life
If I could pen an ultimatum, let me go or learn to hate me
Expressing a desire for freedom or a choice between letting go or facing resentment
You stand there in the doorway, turn to stone
Depicting someone's emotional rigidity, becoming unresponsive like stone
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