Lyrics
Maybe I gave you too much credit
Maybe I overestimated your abilities or qualities
Maybe I gave you too much time
Perhaps I allowed you too much time or consideration
Now I'm racking em up like my defenses
Now I'm accumulating challenges or problems like building defenses
Caught on your taste like the grapes on a vine
Stuck on your influence or allure, like grapes on a vine
You gave me flowers on the daily
You consistently gave me positive gestures or attention
Made us angry made us crazy
Our relationship brought about anger and madness
Made us stupid, fucking useless,
Our connection made us act foolish and ineffective, especially when we indulge in laziness
When we're sleeping in til noon
Referencing leisurely behavior, neglecting responsibilities
And if it's all a simulation
Suggesting the possibility that life is a simulated experience
I'd go back in time and change it but
Expressing a desire to alter the past if given the chance
No one's figured out how that works
Recognizing the lack of understanding regarding time travel
Your love is like the stain on my floor
Describing love as a persistent and noticeable mark
It gets hard to ignore
Acknowledging the difficulty of ignoring the impact of love
Your love is like the tear in my shirt
Comparing love to a tear in clothing, implying emotional distress
It gets worse when I pull up
Highlighting the exacerbation of emotional pain when confronted with the source of love
Taking all this space in my mind
Feeling overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions related to love
Say I'm fine, but I lied
Admitting to falsehood when claiming to be okay
I built up all the damn walls
Having created emotional barriers or defenses
But you're the one who made em stand tall.
Attributing the strength of these defenses to the influence of the other person
Wish I could wipe my memory out
Expressing a desire to erase memories
Pull all the clocks and hit rewind
Wishing to reverse time and undo past actions
Cause when I feel a touch I can't help but compare it
Associating physical touch with thoughts of the person
Thinking of you could be my kind of vice
Considering thoughts of the person as a potentially harmful habit
You gave me flowers on the daily
Repetition of positive gestures and the negative consequences they bring
Made us angry made us crazy
Reiteration of the emotional turmoil caused by the relationship
Made us stupid, fucking useless,
Repetition of negative outcomes, emphasizing the impact of laziness
When we're sleeping in til noon
Revisiting the theme of sleeping in and neglecting responsibilities
And if it's all a simulation
Reiterating the idea that life might be a simulated experience
I'd go back in time and change it but
Expressing a desire to change the simulated past, acknowledging the uncertainty of how it works
No one's figured out how that works
Reiterating the mystery surrounding the mechanics of altering time
Your love is like the stain on my floor
Comparing love to a persistent and noticeable mark on the floor
It gets hard to ignore
Emphasizing the challenge of ignoring the impact of love
Your love is like the tear in my shirt
Reiterating the comparison of love to a tear, highlighting its worsening effect
It gets worse when I pull up
Underlining the exacerbation of emotional pain when confronted with the source of love
Taking all this space in my min
Feeling emotionally burdened by thoughts of love
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