Lyrics
(Hello? Okay it's working)
Setting the context, confirming communication is active.
You had no idea what was coming did you
The listener was unprepared for what followed.
Me and all my crazy antics crashed right through your window
The singer's unconventional behavior disrupted the listener's life.
I thought that nothing i did mattered
Initial feeling of insignificance, a belief that actions had no impact.
I took it and rewrote the pattern
A determination to change and break established patterns.
I’m hoping that you hate my guts now
Expressing a desire for animosity from the listener.
You know I’m picking up the pace still
Continuing with determination despite challenges.
Blood on my sleeve
Mention of blood on the sleeve, symbolizing emotional wounds.
Where did it come from, I’m wondering
Curiosity about the source of emotional pain.
I’m pretty sure I lost you (Lost you)
Feeling of losing the listener.
But then again I act like you still care about everything I do
An acknowledgment of acting as if the listener still cares.
I need to medicate
Expressing a need for medication, possibly to cope with emotions.
Maybe I’ll live for better days
Hoping for better days, a desire for positive change.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes and see that the world isn’t this bad of a place
Optimism about the world and its inherent goodness.
Is that a real thing?
Doubt about the positivity mentioned, questioning its reality.
Is that a real thing?
-I’ll be honest I miss everything about you
A sincere admission of missing various aspects of the listener.
Is that true or have I forgotten what I’d been so mad about
Reflecting on whether the feelings are genuine or if anger has faded.
I thought that nothing I did mattered
Reiteration of the initial belief in personal insignificance.
I took it and rewrote the pattern
Repeating the process of breaking and rewriting patterns.
I’m hoping that you hate my guts now
Expressing a desire for the listener to harbor resentment.
You know I’m picking up the pace still
Continuing with determination despite challenges (repeated).
Blood on my sleeve
Reiteration of emotional wounds, possibly deepening.
Where did it come from, I’m wondering
Curiosity about the source of emotional pain (repeated).
I’m pretty sure I lost you (Lost you)
Reiteration of the feeling of losing the listener (repeated).
But then again I act like you still care about everything I do
Reiterating the act of assuming the listener still cares.
I need to medicate
Reiterating the need for medication, emphasizing its importance.
Maybe I’ll live for better days
Repeating the hope for better days, emphasizing optimism.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes and see that the world isn’t this bad of a place
Repeating the idea that the world may not be as bad as perceived.
Is that a real thing?
Repeating the doubt about the positivity mentioned, questioning its reality.
Is that a real thing?
-(Oh, did you want me to slow down here?
A humorous acknowledgment of the pacing, possibly indicating self-awareness.
Okay.)
-I thought that nothing I did mattered
Reiterating the initial belief in personal insignificance.
I took it and rewrote the pattern
Repeating the process of breaking and rewriting patterns.
I’m hoping that you hate my guts now
Reiterating the desire for the listener to harbor resentment.
You know I’m picking up the pace still
Reiterating determination despite challenges, possibly with increased intensity.
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