Lyrics
From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss
Describing the atmosphere of a party with intense lights and potent punch.
And the long walks home in the dark we'll miss
Reflecting on the nostalgia of walking home in the dark after a party.
Nobody teaches you how to reminisce
Highlighting the lack of guidance on how to recall past experiences.
Nobody teaches you to hurt like this
Expressing the absence of instruction on dealing with emotional pain.
Then we slide into the arms of someone else
Describing a shift to seeking comfort in the arms of another person.
Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else
Reiterating the theme of finding solace in the embrace of someone else.
No more coked up, broke, nocturnal kids
Moving away from a lifestyle involving drugs and late nights.
Was that ever even us? Do we know what we missed?
Raising questions about self-awareness and understanding what was missed.
Nobody teaches you how to win big
Pointing out the absence of guidance on how to handle success.
Nobody said there's no reverse on this
Suggesting a lack of warnings about irreversible actions.
Then we slide into the arms of someone else
Continuing the narrative of seeking comfort in the arms of another person.
Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else
Repeating the theme of finding solace in the embrace of someone else.
In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight
Describing an improvement in self-control during the midnight hours.
Then we slide into the arms of someone else
Reiterating the pattern of seeking comfort in the arms of another person.
Nobody wants to, nobody wants to
Expressing a universal reluctance to wake up alone.
Nobody wants to, nobody wants to
Repeating the sentiment that nobody desires to be alone.
Nobody wants to wake up alone
Highlighting the fear or aversion to waking up without companionship.
Then we slide into the arms of someone else
Continuing the theme of seeking comfort in the arms of another person.
Then we slide into the arms of someone else
Reiterating the pattern of finding solace in the embrace of someone else.
In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight
Emphasizing the struggle to control oneself, particularly around midnight.
But then we slide into the arms of some, someone else
Highlighting the recurring pattern of seeking comfort in another person despite efforts to control oneself.
The weight of the world is love
Introducing a philosophical perspective on the weight of love in life.
Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight
Describing the burden of solitude and dissatisfaction under the weight of love.
The weight we carry is love
Affirming that the weight carried in life is, ultimately, the weight of love.
And so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love
Concluding that, in the end, one must find rest and solace in the arms of love.
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