Lyrics
I've always had a good defense
I have always been adept at defending myself.
Against wisdom and common sense
I resist embracing wisdom and common sense.
A terminal headache they're gonna crush against
A persistent problem or challenge (terminal headache) is approaching that will be overwhelming.
Like then now is nothing ago
The present moment is as insignificant as the past.
And how I know that you know that I know
There is mutual awareness of knowledge between the speaker and someone else.
The loops so fast, I've gotta move slow
The situation is rapidly evolving, forcing the speaker to slow down to comprehend.
Cause I can't choose whatever I choose to do
The speaker feels constrained, unable to freely choose their actions.
When I lost me, did you lose me too
As the speaker loses their identity, they question if the listener also lost them.
Everything's a mystery
Life's experiences are puzzling and unclear.
Forgetting how to miss me
Forgetting how to miss the speaker becomes a mystery.
Sanity is history
Sanity is a thing of the past, possibly indicating a departure from rationality.
Happiness at my fingertips
The potential for happiness is within reach for the speaker.
Whose name will remain on my lips
The speaker wonders whose name will be remembered on their lips.
When the last grains of reality finally slips
As reality slips away, there is uncertainty about what will remain.
Like the safety of touching silk
Comparing the fragility of reality to the safety of touching silk.
Or the warmth hidden in milk
Similar to the warmth hidden in milk, there are comforting aspects hidden in life.
That's my darkness engulfing everything like ink
A metaphorical darkness is engulfing everything, akin to ink spreading.
Cause I can't choose whatever I choose to do
Constraints on choices persist for the speaker.
When I lost me, did you lose me too
Questioning if the listener lost the speaker when the speaker lost themselves.
Everything's a mystery
The mysterious nature of life continues.
Forgetting how to miss me
Forgetting how to be missed remains an enigma.
Sanity is history
Sanity is now a part of history, possibly indicating a departure from rationality.
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