Hush
Echoes of Lost Home: Shell Punk's Melancholic Journey
Lyrics
Returning to the places we once roamed
Reflecting on revisiting past places of shared experiences
I asked myself 'where did we lose home?'
Questioning where the sense of home was lost
Still I feel your presence here
Sensing the lingering presence of the person
No change throughout a year
No noticeable changes over the past year
Returning to the places we once roamed
Repeating the theme of returning to familiar places
I asked myself 'Where did we lose home?'
Reiterating the inquiry about the loss of home
Still I, still I feel you here
Continuing to feel the presence of the person
I come back, back, back, back
Expressing the act of returning
To get some new cracks, cracks, cracks, cracks, cracks
Seeking new vulnerabilities or emotional openings
And I'm gonna waste, waste myself for another taste, taste of you
Willing to sacrifice oneself for the familiar experience
You don't have to wait, wait, wait for me
Assuring the other person they don't need to wait
No, I won't be late, late, late
Committing to not being delayed
Now watch me choke, choke, choke
Describing a choking sensation
On the smoke swath that I call your ghost
Choking on the memories or remnants of the person
Not to be enough is what hurts the most
Expressing the pain of inadequacy
Not to be enough is what, what, what hurts the most
Repeating the theme of not being enough and the associated pain
I'm a floating coffin in search for the coast
Metaphorically portraying oneself as a drifting coffin seeking solace
I come back, back, back, back
Reiterating the act of returning
To get some new cracks, cracks, cracks, cracks, cracks
Continuing the search for emotional vulnerabilities
And I'm gonna waste, waste myself for another taste, taste of you
Willingness to self-destruct for the sake of reliving the past
You don't have to wait, wait, wait for me
Reassuring that waiting is unnecessary
No, I won't be late, late, late
Emphasizing punctuality
Now watch me choke, choke, choke
Repeating the choking sensation
On the smoke swath that I call your ghost
Choking on the lingering presence or memories of the person
Not to be enough is what hurts the most
Reiterating the pain of not being enough
I wasn't even worth goodbye
Expressing a lack of worthiness even for a goodbye
Sweet hush was your farewell
Describing the departure as a gentle silence
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