This Is Nowhere
Lost Souls in Silver Lake: Unraveling the Prophetic Despair
Lyrics
We all sit on the curb
We collectively sit on the curb
And we stare at the rain in our boots
We gaze at the rain in our boots
The car, the clouds, the sky
Observing the car, clouds, and sky
While Ishmael wraps himself in the sheet again
Ishmael wraps himself in a sheet, suggesting vulnerability or protection
He'll clench the fists and close his eyes
He clenches fists and closes eyes, possibly in emotional pain
I don't know how many times
Uncertainty about the frequency of lending cigarettes to Ishmael
I can loan him my cigarettes
Questioning if Ishmael is alive
When I don't even know if he's alive
Pondering the truthfulness of prophets
Do prophets lie?
Lending cigarettes to Ishmael provides a sense of comfort
It makes me feel less horrified
Feeling less horrified through the act of helping
And my closet's filled with
Closet filled with various personal belongings
All these endless accouterments
Collection of endless accessories, possibly emotional baggage
These shoes, these scars
Listing physical and emotional scars
These shirts, these ties
Referring to the variety of clothing and ties in the closet
And these things I say to make myself feel good again
Saying things to boost personal morale
I'll speak, I'll write, I'll laugh, I'll lie
Engaging in speech, writing, laughter, and lies as coping mechanisms
I can't bear to sit here and drink myself sick again
Expressing the inability to endure self-destructive behavior
Another night
Another night of confronting deception and disillusionment
When everything I know was just a lie
Realization that everything known was a falsehood
And I don't even know where I'll sleep tonight
Uncertainty about where to sleep, reflecting instability
I got nothing to do but stare at these walls
Having nothing to do but reflect on walls
And take some time to screw my head on right
Taking time to regain mental composure
We all ended up alone, wasted here at Silver Lake
Everyone ends up alone and wasted at Silver Lake
We'll work, we'll feed, we'll change, we'll try
Committing to work, sustenance, change, and effort
I can't make any sense of this or you or anything
Expressing confusion and inability to make sense of situations or people
I'm wide awake, and all our parents lied
Acknowledging wakefulness while rejecting parental assurances
It's not alright, and all our words collide
Things are not okay, and conflicting words abound
Awake all night
Remaining awake throughout the night
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