Patchouli Stink
Reflections on Lost Love: Urban Nostalgia in Patchouli Stink
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I've been lacking in substance lately
Feeling a lack of depth or meaningful experiences recently.
I've grown too familiar with
Becoming too accustomed to something.
The smell of the sun-kissed concrete in the city that I'm in
Describing the urban environment with sunlit concrete.
I sold your artwork on the internet, that canvas made me sick
Engaged in selling someone's art online, feeling discomfort.
The one with the hole in, of the blue & the pigeon
Specifically mentioning an artwork with a hole, possibly symbolic.
It's distinctly indifferent
Notable apathy or indifference in the situation.
I'll count up the plans that I had, make the most of my two hands
Reflecting on plans and intentions, emphasizing productivity.
I'll write down what's making me thankful for life
Expressing gratitude for life by documenting positive aspects.
And scratch out what makes me mad
Rejecting or eliminating things causing anger or negativity.
'Cus this has gone on for far too long
Stating a prolonged duration of a situation.
You know you're not wrong, just too far gone
Acknowledging correctness but emphasizing irreversibility.
And it seems such a shame to let your talent go to waste
Regret over the potential waste of someone's talent.
So I keep it on the backseat with a bouquet just in case
Preserving talent with uncertainty about its use in the future.
I see your face in a crowded room
Seeing the person's face in a crowded place, indicating lingering thoughts.
I can't seem to shake all these thoughts of you
Struggling to overcome persistent thoughts about the person.
I'll stand here forever in John Cusack weather
Referencing romanticized imagery, possibly from movies.
Asking myself "will she always remember me?"
Pondering if the person will always remember the speaker.
I've been struggling lately since I moved into my own place
Experiencing challenges since moving to a new living space.
Well I got out the center of town, I never liked the nightlife anyway
Expressing dislike for the nightlife in the city center.
I've got vinyls still in boxes, I never had enough storage
Mentioning unpacked vinyl records due to insufficient storage.
I guess the baggage that you left me would never fit into this space
Symbolizing emotional baggage that doesn't fit in the new space.
I'll count up the plans that I had, make the most of my two hands
Reiterating the focus on plans and making the most of opportunities.
I'll throw out the towel that you got me last year
Discarding a symbolic towel, perhaps letting go of past comforts.
It can't wipe up a stain this bad
Recognizing the inadequacy of an item to handle a significant issue.
And I've got photographs from a decade ago and I don't think I'll burn them anytime soon
Mentioning old photographs, suggesting reluctance to let go of the past.
And I still remember the last thing you said when you were leaving
Recalling a parting comment about familiarity with a bedroom.
"Aren't you tired of seeing my bedroom?"
Questioning the emotional toll of repeatedly witnessing personal spaces.
And it seems such a shame to let your talent go to waste
Reiterating the lament about potential wasted talent.
So I keep it on the backseat with a bouquet just in case
Continuing to hold onto the talent, uncertain about its future use.
I see your face in a crowded room
Observing the person's face in a crowded setting, unable to forget.
I can't seem to shake all this self-abuse
Struggling with self-destructive thoughts and behaviors.
I'll stand here forever in John Cusack weather
Invoking a cinematic scene, expressing a sense of permanence.
Asking myself "will she always remember me?"
Repeating the question of whether the person will always be remembered.
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