Chloroform Perfume
Chloroform Perfume: A Midnight Symphony of Love and Despair
Lyrics
This is the end result of so many meetings
This marks the culmination of numerous discussions.
At late night dinners with no one eating,
Referencing meetings over dinners where no one actually eats.
We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee,
Depicting a scene of sitting in corners, drinking burnt coffee.
Count the tiles up on the ceiling,
Engaging in a mundane activity, counting tiles on the ceiling.
Lets skip the pretense and cut straight to dying,
Expressing a desire to skip formalities and address the topic of death directly.
Just don't beg me to keep your eyes from crying,
Rejecting pleas to prevent tears, suggesting acceptance of an inevitable end.
You said so much without even parting your lips,
Acknowledging significant communication without verbal expression.
Its past 3am and I'm still far from sleep,
Noting the late hour with difficulty in achieving sleep.
And this is a habit I can't break,
Admitting an entrenched habit that cannot be broken.
You're my only company,
Stating a sense of loneliness with only one companion.
I'm skipping stones down a suburban street,
Engaging in a symbolic act of skipping stones, possibly reflecting on life's journey.
Street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
Describing the flickering lights resembling a match, setting a mood.
It was begging to strike,
Referring to a match ready to ignite, suggesting imminent change.
I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving,
Expressing frustration as a payphone fails to connect.
Flat out of change now and I'm sure you won't accept the charges,
Being out of change symbolizes a lack of resources for communication.
Its all the same because by morning I'll be halfway to colarado,
Indicating a geographical shift, possibly seeking escape or change.
Or someplace like that,
Mentioning an unspecified destination, emphasizing the desire to leave.
She keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"
Reflecting on the painful aspect of death, posed as a question.
Its hurting so much more to stay alive now,
Contrasting the pain of staying alive with the perceived pain of dying.
She's gonna find out how much it hurts to die
Anticipating the revelation of the actual pain of dying.
She laced her perfume up with death,
Describing the association of perfume with death, a metaphor for toxicity.
I feel it in my lungs,
Sensing the impact of the toxic perfume in the lungs.
So I'll pull in the deepest breath and drop my head
Preparing for a deep breath, possibly signaling resignation or acceptance.
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