Wake Up Cold
Awakening Emptiness: Tackling Loss and the Echoes of Existence
Lyrics
I explode out of my doorway every morning on my bike
I start my day energetically, riding my bike out of my home.
There’s a conversation we’ve been having every single fucking night
We consistently discuss an ongoing issue every night.
About how the way it used to be, it used to be the way it used to
Reflecting on how things used to be, and the desire for a return to the past.
It’s gonna be so much better when we sleep it off, come to terms with this
Anticipating improvement and resolution after facing and accepting reality through sleep.
I wake up cold, and I know that you’re not here because
Upon waking, I feel a chill, realizing your absence.
The light streams through an open window
Light enters through an open window, a departure from your preference for closed curtains.
And you always liked to keep the curtains shut
Reference to your habit of keeping curtains closed.
There’s a piece of your soul in everything you’ve ever owned
Belief that remnants of your essence are present in all your possessions.
There is a material part of all of us that keeps us grounded to the earth
Highlighting the tangible connection we all have to the material world.
So I fixate on the things you left
Focusing on the objects you left behind.
Couple of pint glasses full of old paintbrush water and
Mention of pint glasses with old paintbrush water, a specific detail from your belongings.
About a hundred and twenty candles, and your hair
Noting the presence of numerous candles and your hair throughout the living space.
On every surface, every floorboard, every carpet, every stair
Every surface is marked with your presence, emphasizing your impact on the environment.
And every book you’ll ever read has got your eyeballs printed on the pages
Imagery of your influence on every book through the imprint of your eyeballs.
Every jumper that you ever wore will probably smell like you forever
Suggesting the lasting scent of you on every sweater you wore.
Your fingerprints live in the dust between the furniture
Your fingerprints are symbolically present in the dust, reminiscent of tiny footprints.
Like the tiny footprints of hungry scuttling rodents
Comparing fingerprints to the marks of small, hungry rodents, possibly signifying a haunting feeling.
There’s a big black hole at the centre of our home
Metaphorically describing a void or emptiness at the core of the home.
There is something dark and desperate festering beneath the floorboards
Acknowledging a dark and desperate element beneath the surface, possibly alluding to emotional turmoil.
I will not be afraid and I will feel much better one day
Expressing determination not to succumb to fear and the hope for future emotional healing.
And deep in the hollows of my blood I know that someone’s gonna have revenge on me someday
A foreboding sense that someone might seek revenge against the speaker in the future.
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