Memories
Echoes of Lost Time: A Reflection on Memories by Wolf Ticket
Lyrics
Face the facts. Other than that
Confront the reality. Apart from that,
There’s nothing more to say to you
There's no more communication or explanation for you
I’ve run this through in my mind
I've deeply considered this in my thoughts
No less than a million times to be fair
Extensively, countless times, to be just
What would you know about that
What do you understand about that
Lake street in February
Refers to a specific street and month, setting a scene
I’m losing sleep just to keep you warm at night
Struggling to maintain your comfort through sleep
This fucking place is a nightmare
The current situation or place is distressing and unpleasant
And I think of you
Recalling thoughts of you
And all the memories we have spent
Reflecting on shared memories
Another wasted youth
Describing a phase of life that feels wasted
We will never get it back
Expressing the irrevocable loss of that time
I call it like it is and call it off this time
Stating the truth and deciding to end things now
Karma will come to collect
Believing in the concept of karma and its eventual consequences
The rest of the mess you made of yourself
Referring to the aftermath of self-inflicted problems
Lake street in February
Recurrence of a specific location and time, reinforcing a setting
I’m losing sleep just to keep you warm at night
Struggling to maintain your comfort through sleep (repeated)
This fucking place is a nightmare
Describing the current situation or place as distressing and unpleasant (repeated)
And I think of you
Recalling thoughts of you (repeated)
And all the memories we have spent
Reflecting on shared memories (repeated)
Another wasted youth
Describing a phase of life that feels wasted (repeated)
We will never get it back
Expressing the irrevocable loss of that time (repeated)
And I think of you
And all the memories we have spent
Recalling thoughts of you (repeated)
Another wasted youth
Reflecting on shared memories (repeated)
We will never get it back
Describing a phase of life that feels wasted (repeated)
This fucking place is a nightmare
Reiterating the distressing nature of the current place
I’m only wasting my time here
Feeling that time spent here is futile
And I think of you
Recalling thoughts of you (repeated)
And all the memories we have spent
Reflecting on shared memories (repeated)
Another wasted youth
Describing a phase of life that feels wasted (repeated)
We will never get it back
Expressing the irrevocable loss of that time (repeated)
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