Tell You If It’s Pretty When I Fall Down Slow
Journey Through the Mist: Hayden Wells Unveils a Haunting Tale
Lyrics
Jump onto the back of the train, my friend
Inviting the friend to join a journey, possibly symbolizing life's path
Free ride out to the place we call never land
Describing a carefree escape to an imaginary place (never land)
I know what you want
Awareness of the friend's desires or intentions
I see you pretend
Observing the friend's pretense or facade
Can't really help you
Expressing inability to offer substantial assistance
But listen to the words I say
Encouraging the friend to heed the advice being given
The mist is coming for us, it's hard to see
Describing an impending challenge or difficulty
We stand out here alone, nothing's comforting
Feeling isolated and finding no solace
The buried bones of which were our enemies
Referring to past conflicts or challenges represented as buried bones
Are coming in the form of the mist, it's haunting me
The challenges resurface metaphorically as haunting mist
You would never really fucking call, I know
Expressing disappointment at the friend's lack of communication
I'll tell you if it's pretty when I fall down slow
Promise to share the truth about the friend's situation when facing difficulties
Screw your mother's wishes all in all (screw them all)
Disregarding or rejecting societal expectations, possibly rebellious
As if you're gonna leave and have withdrawals
Skeptical about the friend's commitment, expecting them to return
But if you have the time, give me a call (me a call)
Request for the friend to communicate if they have time
And if you feel the need to come back home
Openness to the friend's return and offering emotional support
You can always stay inside my arms (my heart)
Expressing emotional closeness and willingness to provide comfort
But if you wanna stay in place and be alone, that's fine
Respecting the friend's choice to be alone
I can see you on your way the end
Suggesting the end is near and advising the friend to move on
Is close, move on from this place, my friend
Encouraging the friend to leave the current situation
I chose you cause you were the main reason
Highlighting the friend as a significant reason for the speaker's existence
I'm here well breathing, I'm far from my end
Expressing vitality and distance from an inevitable end
It's summertime, I'm missing those same weekends
Nostalgia for past moments during summertime
Where we would drink and cry and make amends
Recalling emotional experiences, including drinking and reconciling
I never want you feeling like I have left, but goodbye
Assuring the friend of not wanting them to feel abandoned
I guess it's time to fix our heads
Recognizing the need to address and repair mental states
You would never really fucking call, I know
Reiteration of disappointment in the friend's lack of communication
I'll tell you if it's pretty when I fall down slow
Reaffirmation of the promise to share the truth during difficulties
Screw your mother's wishes all in all (screw them all)
Reiteration of disregarding societal expectations
As if you're gonna leave and have withdrawals
Repeating skepticism about the friend's departure
But if you have the time, give me a call (a call)
Repeating the request for the friend to communicate
And if you feel the need to come back home
Reiterating openness to the friend's return and support
You can always stay inside my arms (my heart)
Reiterating emotional closeness and willingness to provide comfort
But if you wanna stay in place and be alone, that's fine
Reiterating respect for the friend's choice to be alone
Jump onto the back of the train, my friend
Repeating the invitation to join a journey on the train
Free ride out to the place we call never land
Reiterating the idea of escaping to an imaginary place
I know what you want
Repeating awareness of the friend's desires or intentions
I see you pretend
Repeating observation of the friend's pretense or facade
Can't really help you
Reiterating the inability to offer substantial assistance
But listen to the words I say
Reiterating the encouragement to heed the advice
The mist is coming for us, it's hard to see
Reiterating the description of an impending challenge or difficulty
We stand out here alone, nothing's comforting
Reiterating the feeling of isolation and lack of comfort
The buried bones of which were our enemies
Reiterating the reference to past conflicts represented as buried bones
Are coming in the form of the mist, it's haunting me
Reiterating the metaphorical resurgence of challenges as haunting mist
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