Water in My Brain
Life's Melody: Jacob Wylde's Reflections on Time, Degrees, and Broken Facades
Lyrics
It's summer again I feel nothing again
Expressing a lack of emotional connection or sensation during the summer.
Time's gone by
Acknowledging the passage of time.
And I guess there's just more to come
Anticipating more experiences or emotions in the future.
Two years ago I was writing dumb songs in that upstairs room
Reflecting on a past time of creating simplistic songs in a specific location.
It reached thirty-seven degrees one day
Recalling a hot day with a high temperature.
A melting guitar and a broken demeanour
Describing a situation involving a melting guitar and a troubled demeanor.
The moon was a memory and I was my own worst enemy
Connecting a memory of the moon with a personal struggle.
Close behind was trying to make sense of that evidence content
Referencing attempts to make sense of evidence or circumstances.
As I drove on home, for an hour at 9:30 on a Thursday night
Detailing a specific time and day of driving home.
(Hmmm) Life is dumb sometimes
Expressing a philosophical view that life can be absurd.
It's good to know we're fine
Balancing the acknowledgment of life's challenges with a positive perspective.
But what's this water in my brain?
Pondering about an unusual sensation or emotion, represented as "water in my brain."
Now I am writing the same kinds of songs but in a different room
Noting a continuity in songwriting but in a different environment.
And this one won't stay cool either
Suggesting that the new environment is also challenging.
Near melting guitars, life's a broken facade or a record that spins
Drawing parallels between life's challenges and a broken facade or a spinning record.
Will it spin for eternity?
Pondering the eternity of life's challenges.
I've got a degree that means nothing to me
Stating the existence of a degree that lacks personal significance.
An opportunity, that some dad would die for their child to have
Highlighting an opportunity that might be valuable to others but is not personally valued.
Life is dumb sometimes
Reiterating the view that life can be absurd.
I guess it's true we're all dying
Acknowledging the inevitability of mortality.
Oh life is dumb sometimes
Repeating the idea that life can be absurd.
But what's this life that's in my veins?
Raising questions about the essence of life within the speaker.
What's this breath that I can't shake?
Pondering the involuntary nature of breath and its significance.
What's this comfort in my pain?
Questioning the source of comfort amid personal pain.
What's this water in my brain?
Repeating the earlier pondering about an unusual sensation or emotion, framed as "water in my brain."
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