Petrichor
Self-Reflection in Petrichor
Lyrics
Don't believe me when I say I'm sorry
Expressing doubt in the sincerity of apologies.
I don't mean anything I say
Admitting a lack of genuineness in spoken words.
A faithless face amongst faceless faces
Feeling disconnected and unfaithful among a crowd.
A bad decision made in good faith
Making a regrettable choice with good intentions.
I'm cold to all illustrious distractions
Choosing to ignore attractive distractions.
Lost to love, work and play
Being absorbed by personal struggles in love, work, and play.
Stuck in my own world of pallid abstractions
Trapped in a world of colorless and abstract thoughts.
Forcing out these things to say
Struggling to express thoughts and feelings.
'Cause I was lost when I called you mother
Feeling lost and seeking comfort from a maternal figure.
I didn't realize you felt the same
Realizing that others share similar feelings.
And I was drunk when I called you father
Calling out to a paternal figure under the influence of alcohol.
But no, you're not to blame
Recognizing that blame is not to be placed on the father.
'Cause I did this to myself
Taking responsibility for personal actions.
No I can't blame anybody else
Acknowledging self-accountability without blaming others.
And when the photographs that line your shelves
Noticing that memories belong to someone else.
Belong to somebody else
Recognizing the need for a change in life.
You know it's time for change
So please forgive me for my boring stories
Apologizing for uninteresting and repetitive stories.
I've never felt that much at all
Expressing a lack of intense emotions or experiences.
Just floated through life chasing money
Drifting through life with a focus on material pursuits.
A sack full of meat and bone
Reducing life to a mere physical existence.
And with every start all I see is the finishing line
Seeing endings instead of beginnings at every new start.
Every new beginning I just see the end
Having a pessimistic outlook on new beginnings.
And I'll bite the loving hand that's fed me
Being ungrateful for kindness received, repeatedly.
Time and time again
Refusing kindness and support from others.
Because I did this to myself
Taking responsibility for personal actions, again.
No I can't blame anybody else
Reiterating self-accountability without external blame.
The photographs that line my shelves
Noting that personal memories belong to someone else.
Belong to somebody else
Understanding the need for change in personal life.
And in this ongoing war
Describing an ongoing internal struggle or conflict.
My favorite smell is petrichor
Expressing a preference for the scent of petrichor.
The scent straight after rain
Appreciating the smell after rain as an illusion of renewal.
An illusion of beginning again
Associating the scent with the idea of a fresh start.
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