Lyrics
I remember playing on the rock in your backyard
Reflecting on childhood memories of playing in the backyard.
I remember painted basements, riding in the car
Nostalgia for moments in painted basements and car rides.
Was anything important or was it all just thrown away?
Questioning the significance of past experiences and whether they were valued.
Stick it in the trash with plastic forks and paper plates
Symbolic disposal of memories akin to throwing away disposable items.
I remember sunburn I remember swimming in the rain
Recalling sunburn and rain-soaked swims, embracing both pleasant and challenging memories.
All the times we skinned our knees I didn't mind the pain
Acceptance of physical pain from childhood adventures.
I remember jumping off I wasn't scared to fall
Fearless reminiscence of jumping off heights.
Walking foot by foot along that rocky garden wall
Walking cautiously along a rocky garden wall, illustrating careful progress.
And the space between my head and shoes is getting kind of full
Feeling overwhelmed by the accumulation of memories between childhood and the present.
Filling up with memories and I overflow
The saturation of memories, leading to an overflow of emotions.
Somewhere in a basement there's a mixtape that we made
Referencing a mixtape created in the past, highlighting shared experiences.
Must've played a hundred times on ninety degree days
The mixtape's frequent play during hot days, emphasizing its significance.
I might not be a giant but there's a birdhouse in my soul
Acknowledging personal uniqueness through the metaphor of a birdhouse in the soul.
I turn it on whenever I get tired of getting old
Turning to the birdhouse (music or memories) for comfort when tired of aging.
On that summer afternoon you broke your collarbone
Recalling a specific incident of a broken collarbone during a summer afternoon.
And tried to get into a fight I had to drive you home
Driving a friend home after an attempted fight, showcasing loyalty.
I'm never going back but that's not what's been bothering me
Expressing a reluctance to revisit the past while acknowledging inner turmoil.
It's just that everything's a little washed out recently
Noticing a sense of dullness or faded experiences in the present.
And the space between my head and shoes is getting kind of full
Reiteration of the overwhelming space filled with memories between head and shoes.
Filling up with memories and I overflow
Repeating the theme of overflowing memories and emotions.
When I'm full of heat and light and I finally collapse
Describing a point of emotional and physical exhaustion, anticipating closure.
Then at least I'm guaranteed of never going back
Embracing the assurance that, once collapsed, there's no returning to the past.
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