Stacked Odds
Missed Chances and Stacked Odds: A Tale of Regret and Choices
Lyrics
This is the story of one stupid night
This marks the beginning of a narrative recounting a regrettable night.
We got too drunk, and felt alright
The narrator and others consumed a significant amount of alcohol and felt good about it.
You took me in, and locked the door
Someone took the narrator inside and secured the entrance.
But I leave it all behind me
The narrator decides to move on from the experience.
I don't know what happened anymore
The narrator expresses confusion about the events of that night.
Can't explain why I walked out that door
Unable to provide a reason, the narrator reflects on leaving through a door.
The eyes you make, they are not fake
The eyes the other person makes are genuine.
I might be dazed but I'm still awake
Despite feeling dazed, the narrator is still conscious.
Can't compete, you'll soon agree
The narrator acknowledges they can't compete and will soon be proven right.
The odds are stacked up all against me
The narrator feels the odds are heavily against them in a situation.
I shake my head when looking back
The narrator shakes their head, indicating disapproval or regret when reflecting.
The grief I feel is instant I know that I have missed big
Instant grief is felt, acknowledging a significant missed opportunity.
We all have one, we can't forget
Everyone has a similar experience that cannot be forgotten.
The one regret I'll insist, I know that I have missed big
The narrator insists that missing this opportunity is their one regret.
I turned it down, and went back out
The narrator initially declined but later reconsidered, now filled with doubt.
On second thought, I'm filled with doubt
Upon second thought, the narrator questions their decision.
But it's too late, to go back in
Regret sets in as it's too late to reverse the decision and re-enter.
So I leave it all behind me
Similar to line 4, the narrator decides to leave everything related to the incident behind.
I don't know what happened anymore
Reiteration of the confusion about the night's events.
Can't explain why I walked out that door
A repetition of the inability to explain leaving through a door.
The eyes you make, they are not fake
Restatement of the authenticity of the eyes made by the other person.
I might be dazed but I'm still awake
Despite feeling dazed, the narrator is still alert.
Can't compete, you'll soon agree
A reiteration that the narrator cannot compete and will be proven right soon.
The odds are stacked up all against me
Repetition of the idea that the odds are heavily against the narrator.
I shake my head when looking back
A repeated action of shaking the head when looking back in reflection.
The grief I feel is instant I know that I have missed big
Reiteration of the instant grief felt about a missed opportunity.
We all have one, we can't forget
Repetition of the universal experience of having something unforgettable.
The one regret I'll insist, I know that I have missed big
Restatement that missing this particular opportunity is the narrator's one regret.
The thoughts grow old
The thoughts related to the night become old and possibly less significant.
Left in the cold
A feeling of abandonment or neglect, as if left out in the cold.
The eyes you make, they are not fake
Reiteration of the sincerity in the eyes made by the other person.
I might be dazed but I'm still awake
Despite feeling dazed, the narrator is still conscious and aware.
Can't compete, you'll soon agree
Repetition of the idea that the narrator can't compete and will be proven right soon.
The odds are stacked up all against me
Restatement that the odds are heavily stacked against the narrator.
I shake my head when looking back
Repetition of shaking the head in reflection, expressing disapproval or regret.
The grief I feel is instant I know that I have missed big
Reiteration of the instant grief felt about a missed opportunity.
We all have one, we can't forget
Repetition of the idea that everyone has something unforgettable.
The one regret I'll insist, I know that I have missed big
Reiteration that missing this particular opportunity is the narrator's one regret.
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