Lyrics
You in the corner watching me
You observe me from a distance in the corner.
You with the gaze I die beneath
Your intense gaze has a profound effect on me.
You smoked Parliament Blues
You smoked Parliament Blues, a brand of cigarettes, in my living room.
In my living room
This action took place in a shared space.
And I went and hoarded the ash
I collected the remnants of the smoked cigarettes.
I let myself love you
I allowed myself to love you despite the knowledge that it might be irreversible.
Knowing I could never look back
I understood that turning back was not an option.
I've dug so many graves
I've metaphorically created numerous problems or complications.
That I never had plans to fill
I made plans but never intended to fulfill them.
I've saved records of your tenderness
I've preserved memories of your affection.
That you say don't exist
You deny the existence of the tenderness I remember.
Our love was an overgrown orchard
Our love was neglected and overgrown, like an untended orchard.
Can't get one word in front of the other
Communication became difficult and disjointed.
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
My thoughts are cluttered and tangled, like an overgrown orchard.
Oh, I can't believe you're coming over
Surprise at your impending arrival.
You, your skirt, waist to your knees
You, with a skirt reaching your knees.
You with the hidden hand
You, concealing your intentions or actions.
You I wore with disbelief
I experienced disbelief regarding you.
Laid me bare on linoleum
You left me vulnerable on a hard surface.
While the morning grows empty
As time passes, the morning becomes empty.
I limp off a victory chant
I express a triumphant declaration with a hint of difficulty.
In the winter of love
In the challenging period of love, I neglect connections with friends.
I forget to check in with my friends
I've dug so many graves
I've created many problems or complications.
That I never had plans to fill
I had no intention of resolving those issues.
I've saved records of your tenderness
I've preserved memories of your affection, despite your denial.
That you say don't exist
You insist that the tenderness I remember is non-existent.
Our love was an overgrown orchard
Our neglected love is like an overgrown orchard, difficult to navigate.
Can't get one word in front of the other
Communication struggles persist.
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
My thoughts remain tangled and challenging to express.
Oh, I can't believe you're coming over
I express disbelief at the idea of your arrival.
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
My thoughts are still tangled and challenging.
I can't get one word in front of the other
Communication remains difficult.
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
My thoughts are still tangled and challenging.
Oh, why don't I want this to be over
I am conflicted about wanting this situation to end.
Comment