Certain Tragedy
Embracing Life's Inevitable Ebb
Lyrics
cnd now I finally see that the further we go
Realization that as they progress, the journey becomes familiar.
We're only treading ground that we already know.
Acknowledgment that they are navigating known territory.
I could write you a song,
Expressing the possibility of conveying feelings through a song.
Send you a note,
Suggesting alternative ways of expressing emotions, like sending a note.
Or empty out your trash
Metaphorically cleaning up the emotional baggage or troubles.
cnd buy a bucket full of diamonds
Highlighting the futility of materialistic gestures to preserve beauty.
But even the most beautiful of all roses
Referencing the ephemeral nature of even the most beautiful things.
Must someday crumble to dust and fade away.
Emphasizing the inevitability of decay and disappearance.
It's certain tragedy.
Summarizing the overall theme: life's unavoidable tragic aspects.
So, it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
Proceeding into a sense of isolation and contemplation.
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
Describing a vacant space between the narrator and their surroundings.
cnd feeling someone's hand around my neck
Depicting a sensation of being controlled or restrained.
Choking away the life that I have left.
Expressing a feeling of someone or something taking away vitality.
cnd I can finally see that the further I go
Reiteration of the familiar and undesirable nature of their path.
I'm only treading ground I don't want to know.
Emphasizing a reluctance to tread on unwelcome ground.
I'll probably hang upside down
Imagining a possibly self-destructive scenario.
From wooden rafters in my home
Visualizing a morose scene involving retrospection.
cnd look at old photos of you.
Reflecting on past memories through visual aids.
So, it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
Continuation of the journey into solitude and contemplation.
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
Reiteration of the emptiness between the narrator and their surroundings.
cnd feeling someone's hand around my neck
Repeating the sensation of external control and suffocation.
Choking away the life that I have left.
Reiterating the feeling of life being drained away.
I miss the warmth of the summer
Nostalgia for the warmth of past experiences, particularly summer.
When we were on our own,
A recollection of a time when they were independent.
But now it's winter and my bones are cold.
Contrasting the current coldness and emotional detachment.
cnd now I finally see that the further we go
Reiterating the realization of revisiting familiar territory.
We're only treading ground that we already know.
Stating that progression leads to known and perhaps unwanted places.
I could write you a song,
Repetition of the possibility of expressing through a song.
Send you a note,
Reiteration of the option to communicate through written words.
Or empty out your trash
Recalling the metaphorical act of cleaning up emotional clutter.
cnd buy a bucket full of diamonds
Highlighting the inadequacy of material wealth in preserving beauty.
But even the most beautiful of all roses
Reemphasizing the transient nature of even the most beautiful things.
Must someday crumble to dust and fade away.
Restating the inevitable decay and disappearance as a certain tragedy.
It's certain tragedy.
Final reinforcement of the overarching theme of life's unavoidable tragedies.
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