Living Saints
Echoes of Broken Frames: Unfair Realities and Living Saints
Lyrics
I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame
I experienced pain or hardship, symbolized by cutting my fingers on a broken picture frame.
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
The emotions intensify and subside. Life has been unjust, and this unfairness has persisted.
All my friends are living saints. Been killing me for weeks
All my friends are exceptional individuals (living saints), but their actions or existence have been distressing for me for an extended period.
A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long
Similar to a resilient weed in a garden, I persist in challenging circumstances, cracking the metaphorical concrete of difficulties. Unfairness has been present for a considerable time.
Growing up isn't moving on.
Maturing or growing up does not equate to moving forward or leaving behind past experiences.
Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent treating
Reflecting on whether you miss the dysfunction in our logic or the moments spent addressing problems and embracing normalcy through alcohol and humor.
Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies?
Contrasting the treatment of troubles and normal life with the coping mechanisms of alcohol and comedies.
You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose
Noticing a deliberate act of leaving a necklace upstairs, possibly associated with a humorous or sentimental golden ticket scam.
It was you golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh
A memory of a scam that involved a golden ticket, bringing amusement and laughter.
Do you see me as your acquaintance, your death by time, age and long
Questioning how I am perceived—whether as a friend, someone affected by the passage of time, or someone separated by distance.
distance?
Acknowledging the impact of time, age, and physical separation on relationships.
Broken picture frames
Reiteration of the broken picture frames, emphasizing a recurring theme or symbol in the narrative.
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
Repeating the emotional fluctuations and the prolonged sense of injustice in life.
All my friends are living saints. Been killing me for weeks
Reaffirming the distress caused by the actions or existence of exceptional friends over an extended period.
A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long
Continuing the metaphor of resilience, comparing oneself to a garden weed challenging the hardness of life's difficulties.
Growing up isn't moving on
Reiterating that growing up doesn't necessarily mean moving past or overcoming challenges.
All my friends are living saints
Repeating the idea that all friends are living saints, emphasizing their exceptional qualities and the persistent distress caused by them.
Broken still but never breaking ties
Acknowledging that friendships may be broken or damaged but emphasizing the enduring connections.
I never pictured this, disperse in fall and don't reminisce
Expressing surprise or disbelief at the current situation, advising to disperse and avoid dwelling on memories.
See it's just not fair, not everyone moved on
Asserting the unfairness of the situation, noting that not everyone has moved on from past experiences.
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