Lyrics
All my friends pop Parma violets
Alluding to friends enjoying Parma violets while the singer is alone.
While I sit here alone
Expressing solitude while others indulge in social activities.
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
First night away, making multiple calls home, feeling disconnected.
And no one ever warns u what it's like as you grow old
Reflecting on the lack of warnings about the challenges of aging.
This one way ticket never seemed so cold
Emphasizing the perceived coldness of a one-way ticket.
And they wouldn't know
Highlighting the friends' unawareness of the singer's struggles.
Didn't think it'd come this soon
Surprised by the swift arrival of a moment of reflection.
Watch the world outside my new bedroom
Observing the world outside from a new bedroom.
Like the flowers on my windowsill
Comparing the growth of flowers to the passage of time.
Only been a day for them to bloom
Noticing the rapid blooming of flowers in just a day.
But sometimes they can die overnight
Acknowledging the fragility of positive experiences.
Like a snowflake in the clouds of July
Comparing fleeting moments to the sudden disappearance of a snowflake.
Like the first flight of a butterfly
Metaphorically likening experiences to the delicate first flight of a butterfly.
Haven't hit the ground yet
Expressing a sense of suspension, not hitting the ground yet.
Im not used to it
Feeling unaccustomed to the current situation.
All my friends pop parma violets
Reiteration of friends enjoying Parma violets while the singer is alone.
While I sit here alone
Reemphasizing feelings of solitude.
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
Repeating the first night away and calls home, highlighting emotional distance.
And no one ever warns you what it's like as you grow old
Reiterating the lack of warnings about the challenges of growing old.
This one way ticket never seemed cold
Repeating the perception of the coldness of a one-way ticket.
And they wouldn't know
Highlighting the friends' continued unawareness.
They wouldn't know
Further emphasizing the friends' lack of understanding.
I can barely sleep at all
Insomnia and discomfort with the ambient music.
Hate the music playing through this wall
Expressing a dislike for the music from neighboring surroundings.
These are times I should adore but
Contrasting challenging times with the expectation of adoration.
Never have I ever felt so small
Feeling exceptionally small despite challenging experiences.
The windows start to crack over time
Metaphorically comparing the cracking of windows to a fragile mental state.
Like the pieces of my unstable mind
Continuing the metaphor of a fragmented and unstable mind.
Like the shot glass that I left behind
Comparing forgotten shot glass to neglected aspects of life.
Haven't hit the ground yet
Reiterating a sense of suspension, not hitting the ground.
Im not used to it
Reemphasizing feeling unaccustomed to the current situation.
All my friends pop parma violets
Repetition of friends enjoying Parma violets while the singer is alone.
While I sit here alone
Repeating feelings of solitude.
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
Reiterating the first night away and calls home, emphasizing isolation.
And no one ever warns you what it's like as you grow old
Reiterating the absence of warnings about the challenges of growing old.
This one way ticket never seemed cold
Repeating the perception of the coldness of a one-way ticket.
And they wouldn't know
Continuing to highlight the friends' lack of awareness.
They wouldn't know
Emphasizing the continued lack of understanding from friends.
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