Miss It Still
Unraveling the Echoes: Plastic Picnic's Reflection on Life's Trials
Lyrics
Looking back on the words you said,
Reflecting on past spoken words.
did you really think it's in our heads?
Questioning if the thoughts were genuine or just imagined.
From the light and what I recall,
Recalling memories from a brighter time.
Who went down last fall?
Asking who faced difficulties in the recent past.
I don't trust anybody else.
Expressing a lack of trust in others.
We got enough trouble with ourselves.
Acknowledging personal troubles as sufficient challenges.
I won't try and hurt you, no.
Declaring an intention not to cause harm.
You go through your life with the same old story.
Observing a repetitive life narrative.
Gold ain't the color of your culture glory.
Contrasting the cultural value of gold with personal experiences.
I'm a delicate needle you know me,
Describing oneself as delicate and known.
Full of copper you spill out and sell me,
Being vulnerable, with copper representing inner worth.
Was it worth all that you altered?
Questioning the value of alterations made.
—for a lucrative spot at his alter.
Highlighting the pursuit of success at a personal cost.
I don't trust anybody else.
Reiterating a lack of trust in others.
I got enough trouble with myself now.
Acknowledging personal troubles in the present.
I won't try and hurt you.
Reaffirming the commitment not to cause harm.
cnd you go through your life, passing by with the same old story.
Observing a repetitive life narrative in passing.
Go through you life passing lies in your culture glory.
Accusing others of passing lies within cultural glory.
cnd you go through your life with the same old story.
Reiterating a repetitive life narrative.
Gold ain't the color of your culture glory.
Reconnecting gold with cultural glory.
Oh no, you're a socialite.
Labeling someone as a socialite.
You'll go through the core of your life,
Anticipating a thorough exploration of one's life.
searching for your “perfect" night.
Searching for an ideal or flawless night.
Through all this time, do you miss it still?
Pondering if the past is missed despite the changes.
Do you miss it still?
Repeating the question about missing the past.
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