Saintly
Love's Sacrifice: A Saintly Departure
Lyrics
Looks like the moon the night you left
Reflecting on the night of the person's departure, comparing it to the appearance of the moon.
When you tucked me into bed
Recalling a moment of care when the person tucked the speaker into bed.
‘Cause we drank whiskey on the kitchen floor
Remembering a shared experience of drinking whiskey on the kitchen floor.
And we laughed about the girl you left me for
Recalling laughter about the person's choice of someone else over the speaker.
I wanna ask how you’ve been sleeping
Expressing a desire to inquire about the person's well-being.
But instead I just stare at the ceiling
Choosing silence instead of asking about the person's sleep, perhaps due to emotional difficulty.
I wanna tell you how I lost my voice
Wishing to communicate the loss of voice but unable to express it.
This prayer won’t leave my throat
Describing a prayer stuck in the throat, emphasizing emotional difficulty in expressing oneself.
I love you but I know that it won’t save me
Acknowledging love for the person but realizing it cannot save the speaker.
Mercy is letting you go— so damn saintly.
Defining mercy as letting go of the person in a saintly manner, suggesting a selfless act of release.
You got a sorrow I can’t mend
Noting an unfixable sorrow in the person, questioning if it's a reflection of the speaker's taste in partners.
Is that just my taste in men?
Pondering whether the attraction to sorrowful individuals is a personal preference.
They call it hunger, call it thirst
Describing an intense longing or thirst, possibly metaphorical, and associating it with prioritizing the person.
Must be blameless ‘cause I put you first
Suggesting innocence or blamelessness in prioritizing the person despite the challenges.
I wanna ask how you’ve been sleeping
Reiterating the desire to ask about the person's sleep without actually doing so.
But instead I just stare at the ceiling
Continuing the theme of silent contemplation, avoiding communication about losing one's voice.
I wanna tell you how I lost my voice
Expressing the inability to vocalize the experience of losing one's voice.
This prayer won’t leave my throat
Repeating the image of a prayer stuck in the throat, reinforcing emotional difficulty in expression.
I love you but I know that it won’t save me
Reaffirming love for the person but recognizing its inability to save the speaker.
Mercy is letting you go— so damn saintly.
Reiterating the saintly nature of letting go for the sake of mercy.
Oh, what good, what good is being so damn saintly?
Pondering the value of being saintly in the face of emotional challenges.
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