Map the Streets
Navigating Love's Maze: Senses Fail's Journey through Broken Paths
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If I fall or trip back into love I'm gonna bring a ladder and gloves,
If facing a setback in love, the speaker is determined to overcome it with effort.
So I can climb right back out if there is even a shred of doubt.
Expressing readiness to retreat from love if any uncertainty arises.
I'm gonna bring a flashlight too and leave a trail and stick to the plan,
Planning ahead for challenges, bringing tools like a flashlight to navigate and leaving a trail.
You can get real lost down there if you're not sure,
Warning about the potential to get lost in unfamiliar emotional territory.
Of foreign territory there are times when the path gets blurry and the wrong turn feels right.
Acknowledging moments when the right path is unclear and the wrong choices seem tempting.
But who would want me anyways?
Expressing self-doubt and questioning one's desirability.
I'm a lush with broken parts of paper mache.
Describing oneself as flawed and fragile like a broken paper mache figure.
I have nothing left to give, I don't think I ever did.
Feeling emotionally depleted and doubting having anything valuable to offer.
There are times when I wish that someone would help me fin the person I was,
Wishing for assistance in rediscovering one's true self or a clear guide to navigate life.
Or give me a detailed map of the streets spelling out the traffic patterns in beeps.
Desiring a detailed guide, perhaps metaphorical, to navigate through life's challenges.
I am finding safety in lines, they are painted so they can guide.
Finding comfort in order and structure, represented by lines, as guiding principles.
Empty tanks and broken wheels take me home.
Using metaphors of empty tanks and broken wheels to express the journey toward home.
Right now I find myself dangling on the edge trying not to fall in back where I came from.
Feeling on the edge of a challenging situation, trying to avoid reverting to the past.
I dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me,
Regretting going too deep into a difficult situation with metaphorical burdens.
I should have had a plan cause now these ropes won't come free.
Reflecting on the consequences of not having a plan for challenging situations.
I do not have faith if I did then I would feel safe.
Expressing a lack of faith and a desire for a sense of safety.
I would wait here for fate but it's conveniently late.
Waiting for fate but feeling that it's not coming, expressing impatience.
The bottom is a place that I know too well.
Being familiar with a low point or a difficult situation.
So who would want me anyway? I'm a lush with broken parts and I'll never change.
Reiterating self-doubt and a belief in personal inability to change.
I have nothing left to give,
Reiterating a sense of emptiness and having nothing substantial to offer.
I don't think I ever did. I wish that I could find the person that I was,
Expressing a desire to rediscover one's past self.
I always thought that I'd be happy if I was loved,
Reflecting on a past belief that happiness depended on being loved.
But I have nothing left to give I don't think I ever did.
Reiterating a sense of emotional emptiness and a doubt about ever having anything to give.
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