Wasted
Lost in the Depths: Ryan Burger's Wasted Chronicles a Journey of Self-Destruction
Lyrics
Come pick me up, I've had a little too much
Calls for assistance due to excessive drinking and emotional overwhelm.
My emotions are piling up, and this bottles a broken crutch
Expresses emotional burden, comparing a bottle to a broken crutch.
Come pick me up, we've been sipping since dusk
Requests to be picked up after a prolonged drinking session.
Too many drinks in, I'm losing touch
Indicates being intoxicated to the point of losing touch.
And they won't stop refilling my cup
Describes persistent refilling of the drinking cup.
Wasted, I'm wasted
Reiterates being wasted, suggests potential aggression if provoked.
Don't look the wrong way at me, I might snuff you
Warns against provoking, indicating possible violent reactions.
I'm wasted, I'm fading
Acknowledges fading into a state of confusion and loss of self.
Into the depths, I don't know who I am
Expresses a deep sense of uncertainty about one's identity.
Boy I'm wasted, and now I'm facedown
Reveals being physically overwhelmed and lying face down.
Come pick me up, this shit's supposed to be fun
Questions the supposed fun of the situation, highlighting corruption and lust.
But now my psyche's become corrupt, and my souls been polluted with lust
Conveys the negative impact on the psyche and the pollution of the soul.
Come pick me up, my whole body is numb
Desires to be picked up again, emphasizing numbness and impaired cognitive function.
My words are strong, but my mind is mud
Contrasts strong words with a mentally muddy state.
And my filters been lost in the flood
Mentions the loss of a filtering mechanism, allowing unfiltered thoughts.
Wasted, I'm wasted
Reiterates being wasted with a warning about potential aggression.
Don't look the wrong way at me, I might snuff you
Reemphasizes the caution against looking the wrong way.
I'm wasted, I'm fading
Reflects on the fading state and the deepening confusion.
Into the depths, I don't know who I am
Expresses uncertainty about personal identity.
Boy I'm wasted, I'm wasted
Repeats being wasted with a repeated warning about aggression.
Don't look the wrong way at me, I might snuff you
Reiterates the caution against provocation.
I'm wasted, I'm fading
Reemphasizes the fading state and identity crisis.
Into the depths, I don't know who I am
Repeats uncertainty about self-identity and deep confusion.
Boy I'm wasted, and now I'm facedown
Reiterates being wasted, adding the detail of lying face down.
One shot is fun
Introduces the idea that one shot is fun but warns about the consequences of excess.
Three more you're done
Suggests that three more shots lead to a state of being done or finished.
Six is a loaded gun
Highlights the danger of excessive drinking, comparing it to a loaded gun.
(One shot is fun) Wasted, God I'm drowning, I'm wasted
Repeats the idea of one shot being fun but adds a desperate plea about drowning.
(Three more you're done) Someone catch me, I'm wasted
Expresses a need for someone to catch the speaker, emphasizing the feeling of being wasted.
(Six is a loaded gun) Are you reaching for me
Ponders if someone is reaching out for help in the context of the loaded gun metaphor.
(One shot is fun) Wasted, God I'm drowning, I'm wasted
Reiterates the idea of one shot being fun but adds a sense of desperation and drowning.
(Three more you're done) Someone catch me, I'm wasted
Repeats the plea for someone to catch the speaker, emphasizing the feeling of being wasted.
(Six is a loaded gun) Are you reaching for me
Asks if someone is reaching out for help in the context of the loaded gun metaphor.
(One shot is fun) Wasted, God I'm drowning, I'm wasted
Repeats the idea of one shot being fun but adds a sense of desperation and drowning.
(Three more you're done) Someone catch me, I'm wasted
Reiterates the plea for someone to catch the speaker, emphasizing the feeling of being wasted.
(Six is a loaded gun) Are you reaching for me
Asks if someone is reaching out for help in the context of the loaded gun metaphor.
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