Story Behind The Song
I moved into a much nicer apartment than I had ever been accustomed to in my life as a young adult. I suddenly realized that I needed a couch, an entertainment center, coffee tables, a coat rack, etc. It was a step forward that overwhelmed me, and didn't make me feel any more successful in life. Was this my dream? Is this the way that life is supposed to happen? And if so, why am I so unhappy? I had nothing to be unhappy about. Not really.
Song Description
In the search for happiness, the narrator wonders what is more important: the smaller things in life, or the big picture? If she focuses on the smaller things, is she preventing herself from accomplishing more significant goals? If she focuses on a grandiose dream, will she miss out on all the little things that make each day special? What makes her happy? And why isn't she there yet?
| Song Length |
7:02 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Electronic - Trip Hop |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Poignant |
Subject |
Frustration, Change |
| Similar Artists |
Tori Amos, Bjork |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I can only sleep with a heating pad on my back
I can only dream if I?ve swallowed three melatonin
I can only breathe if I?ve sniffed some peppermint oil
I could never cook, I get burned watching water boil
It?s depressing really, I?ve got nothing to be unhappy about
It?s depressing really, it?s gonna take my whole life to figure this shit out
Chorus:
Bada bah, badada bah, badada buh (x3)
If I?m lucky enough I won?t be constipated today
This isn?t living
Where?s my dream?
Where?s my happy?
Where?s my dream? I?m waiting
I can only read if I hold the book too close
I can only miss you when you are never home
I can only tell a story if I make it seem overblown
A walking hyperbole, as red as a freshly severed throat
It?s disappointing really I have to search for things to complain about
This feigned intensity is so aggravating I have to shout?.I go
Repeat chorus:
Bridge 1:
All this excess
I need an abscess
A kidney transplant would be nice
Bridge 2:
Have I doomed myself into living like this, living like this, all my life? (x2)
I can only be at ease if people ignore me
But when nobody cares I start to worry
So is everybody staring or is that my paranoia?
There are not enough words that rhyme with the reflex of social phobia?just say
Repeat chorus: