The Wreckage

Echoes of Resilience: The Wreckage Unveiled
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Lyrics

I can't sleep much since our symphony bore sound

I struggle to sleep since our relationship began

You had me flyin' high but I hit hard on the ground

You brought me great joy, but I faced a harsh reality

Give me some rest give me to going down

Grant me some peace as I descend into despair

I won't say anything at all

I choose silence over expressing my feelings

It wouldn't be the hit without the fall

Success is incomplete without experiencing failure


Oh, my, Mrs. Misery

Addressing the source of misery, metaphorically Mrs. Misery

You hold me down and you won't let me breathe

Feeling restrained and suffocated, unable to breathe freely

Take the wreckage that you left of me

Accepting the aftermath of the emotional wreckage

Put me on a shelf on your wall

Being treated as an object, displayed but not acknowledged

Never speak of me at all

Request to be forgotten and not spoken of


When I come to I was walking down an old familiar road

Regaining consciousness, metaphorically walking a familiar path

Blood on my hands and an awful achin' in my bones

Bearing the consequences of actions with guilt and pain

The sun was rising just as I was getting home

Returning home at sunrise, a mix of loneliness and relief

I've never felt so lonely or so grateful just to be alone

Feeling both isolated and appreciative of solitude


Oh, my, Mrs. Misery

Reiterating the impact of Mrs. Misery on the narrator

You hold me down and you won't let me breathe

Expressing the emotional weight and restriction

Take the wreckage that you left of me

Acceptance of the damage caused by Mrs. Misery

Put me on a shelf on your wall

Desiring to be put aside and ignored like an object

Never speak of me at all

Preferring silence and anonymity


I called my brother he was driving back in to LA

Reaching out to a brother for support during a return to LA

I tried to get the words right but I just could not quite convey it

Struggling to convey emotions and experiences through words

All that would sound is what John Garner had written down

Referencing John Garner's wisdom on relationships

Never let a bad woman pick you up and never let a good woman put you down

Advice to avoid negative influences and appreciate positive ones

Never let a bad woman pick you up and never let a good woman put you down

Repeated emphasis on choosing the right company


Oh, my, Mrs. Misery

Recalling the impact of Mrs. Misery on well-being

You hold me down and you won't let me breathe

Emphasizing the suffocating effect of Mrs. Misery

Take the wreckage that you left of me

Acknowledging the wreckage and its lasting impact

Put me on a shelf on your wall

Desiring to be hidden away and forgotten like an object

Never speak of me at all

Requesting not to be mentioned or remembered

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