Lyrics
She asked me where's my mind gone
Reflecting on the state of the narrator's mind, someone inquires about its whereabouts.
'Cause it's not here
The narrator acknowledges that their mind is not present or focused.
And says there's nothing wrong
Someone reassures the narrator that everything is fine when they are together.
If she's here with me
The narrator admits to being troubled despite the reassurance and connection with the person.
But truth is I'm trouble
The narrator acknowledges their internal turmoil.
And my thoughts unravel
The narrator's thoughts are chaotic and unraveling.
And I think about the nights
Recollection of nights with a previous lover.
With a past lover
The narrator reflects on past experiences with someone special.
And I'm feeling guilty
The narrator feels guilty despite the passage of time.
'Cause even after all this time
Emphasizing the enduring impact of past experiences.
All I can think about is
The narrator's persistent focus on a specific memory involving a black Vespa at 3 am.
Black vespa, 3am
Repetition of the vivid memory involving a black Vespa at 3 am, emphasizing its artistic and memorable nature.
Get no sleep in my bed
-Undress me and my heart
-And I remember looking at you thinking
-"Shit, this is art"
-Black vespa, 3am
-Get no sleep in my bed
-Undress me and my heart
-And I remember looking at you thinking
-"Shit, this is art"
-And I'm an art collector
Claiming to be an art collector, possibly implying a collection of meaningful experiences.
This is art...
Repetition emphasizing the artistic nature of the described memory.
This is art...
-When she takes me out
The narrator's attention shifts when taken out by someone else.
I'm looking for someone else
The narrator's search for someone else despite being with another person.
But when this bottle's done
Hope that clarity will come after finishing a bottle.
Maybe I'll come to my senses
Acknowledging trouble and chaotic thoughts continuing.
'Cause truth is I'm trouble
Reiteration of the narrator's troubled nature and unraveling thoughts.
And my thoughts unravel
Reflection on past nights with a lover and the associated guilt.
And I think about the nights
Continued contemplation of past experiences.
With a past lover
Reiteration of guilt and acknowledgment of a major mistake.
And I'm feeling guilty
The narrator is consumed by thoughts despite the significant error.
'Cause I've really fucked it up this time
Persistence in thinking about the black Vespa memory.
Still all I think about is
Reiteration of the enduring impact of the 3 am black Vespa memory.
Black vespa, 3am
Repetition of the vivid memory involving a black Vespa at 3 am, emphasizing its artistic and memorable nature.
Get no sleep in my bed
-Undress me and my heart
-And I remember looking at you thinking
-"Shit, this is art"
-Black vespa, 3am
-Get no sleep in my bed
-Undress me and my heart
-And I remember looking at you thinking
-"Shit, this is art"
-And I'm an art collector
Claiming to be an art collector, reinforcing the significance of the described memory.
This is art
Repetition emphasizing the artistic nature of the described memory.
This is art
-This is art
-Dopamine floods my senses
Introduction of dopamine, suggesting pleasure or reward.
And suddenly I'm on a highway
The narrator's desire to be with someone, depicted as a journey on a highway to her place.
Going straight to her place
-Is where I wanna be
-Stuck at a traffic light
The narrative reflects on the journey and the potential hindrance of traffic lights.
Why are there traffic lights?
-I'm moving on but it's not a crime
-When the sun's gone you're still on my mind
-It takes ten minutes from your place to mine
-If you don't get stuck on the traffic lights
-In your
Continuation of the narrative about the black Vespa.
Black vespa, black vespa, black vespa
Repetition of the vivid memory involving a black Vespa at 3 am, emphasizing its artistic and memorable nature.
Black vespa, black vespa, black vespa
-Black vespa, 3am
-Get no sleep in my bed
-Undress me and my heart
-And I remember looking at you thinking
-"Shit, this is art"
-Black vespa, 3am
-Get no sleep in my bed
-Undress me and my heart
-And I remember looking at you thinking
-"Shit, this is art"
-This is art
-This is art
-This is art
-We were art
Final affirmation that the experiences described were art.
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