The Hands I’d Rather Let Go Of

Unveiling the Depths: A Journey Through Lost Promises
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Lyrics

It was a tiny drop of water in the sea of my life

Reflecting on a small incident or person in the vastness of life.

Somehow made the biggest tide in my chest

Emphasizing the unexpectedly strong impact this small element has on the speaker emotionally.

Which gets to me more the further I'm away

The emotional significance deepens with physical distance.

But you're down below the seventh sky with false hope in between

Describing the person's current state, seemingly in a state of false optimism.


All the pinky promises we made, I remember them all

Recalling promises made, possibly emphasizing their importance.

I never thought I'd put expectations on such childish gesture

Expressing surprise at placing expectations on seemingly trivial promises.

With all the wishes we make we could have done so much more

Regret over not fulfilling potential or opportunities represented by unfulfilled wishes.

But saying good bye with hope is better than nothing at all

Choosing to say goodbye with hope, implying it's better than a complete lack of hope.


I gotta leave, I gotta go,

Expressing the need to leave and move on.

There's nothing here for me no more

Acknowledging a lack of fulfillment or satisfaction in the current situation.

As our time slips further from my grasp

Feeling the passage of time and a loss of control over it.

Your words keep pulling me back

Despite the speaker's decision, the words or memories of the person are still powerful.

But my mind's made up

Asserting a firm decision despite emotional attachments.

I gotta be

Expressing the need to find a space for self-expression and authenticity.

Somewhere that i can just be me

Desiring a place where the speaker can be true to themselves.


Remember the time at the ICU, my wounds were freshly sewn

Recalling a specific moment, likely in a hospital setting, where the speaker was vulnerable.

You worried much if I ever recover from the sedative

Describing concern from the person about the speaker's recovery.

And I knew your hand was the one I would rather squeeze

Expressing a preference for the comfort and support of the person's hand in times of vulnerability.

Than to never hold again at all

Choosing the pain of holding the person's hand again over not holding it at all.

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