Lyrics
In my list of pros and cons
In the evaluation of my experiences and choices
"This made me happy once"
Reflecting on a past moment that brought happiness
I want to say it's growing up
Expressing a desire to attribute it to the process of growing up
Lacking connected dots
Feeling a lack of understanding or clarity in life
Maybe it's the loss of time
Possibly due to the passage of time
But I don't think that's right
Doubting that time is the sole factor
What used to be pleasantries
Things that were once pleasant
Turn to only memories
Transforming into mere memories
Please, please explain to me
Requesting an explanation about the conflict between guilt and empathy
Guilt versus empathy
Comparing and contrasting the two emotions
The difference feels like losing sleep
Feeling the difference intensely, akin to losing sleep
The sum is just eluding me
Struggling to grasp the overall significance
Levee of hope
Metaphorically referencing a barrier of hope
Snow-covered slope
Describing a challenging, possibly cold, situation
How have I lost
Expressing a sense of loss
The only thing I know
Lamenting the loss of the only certainty
Levee of hope
[Repeated Metaphor]
Snow-covered slope
[Repeated Descriptive Line]
How have I lost
[Repeated Sense of Loss]
The only thing I know
[Repeated Lamentation]
I'll stand on a shoebox
Using elevation to gain proximity to a higher power
Get close to god
Symbolizing a spiritual connection or seeking guidance
Pull the sky out from them
Attempting to change the perspective of others
Take em down a notch
Lowering the perception of someone or something
I must confess, I'm only Irish in name
Confessing a lack of genuine Irish luck or fortune
Luck has never held me and my wake would be a waste
Expressing skepticism about luck and the aftermath of one's life
I'll stand on a shoebox
[Repeated Elevation]
Get close to god
[Repeated Spiritual Connection]
Pull the sky out from them
[Repeated Perspective Change]
Take em down a notch
[Repeated Perception Lowering]
I must confess, I'm only Irish in name
[Repeated Irish Luck Confession]
Luck has never held me and my wake would be a waste
[Repeated Skepticism]
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