Story Behind The Song
This is one of the songs from my album Illusions & Chimeras (Wait & Hope). The concept of the album is the telling of the story of the aftermath of a traumatic breakup that I went through. This song was written while I was on a solo road trip to Winnipeg in order to try to find myself again after a abusive relationship. The song is reflective, angry, and hopeful all at once.
Song Description
This is a song about the confusion felt following a break up. The song sounds upbeat, but the lyrics are a little dark. The concept was to portray the feeling of painting on a smile while you're dying inside. I wanted to try to put that emotion into a song.
Song Length |
4:48 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Troubled, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Unrequited Love, Frustration |
Similar Artists |
The Postal Service, The Killers |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
Do you remember? Because I remember the nights, and mental fist fights that broke me down. I'm not recovered, and I don't expect to soon. Your voice feels like an open wound.
I tried, to that you were blind. Someday you will see all I was.
I'm not moving on, not trying to keep you, my lost thoughts pierce through, hearts once so strong. My mind's a wreck, you're left unstable, both lost the will to try. So I soaked our love in formaldehyde and lye.
Do you remember? Because I remember the days, spent trying to find ways to catch your eye. All that I needed, was you to approve of me, and feel like sometimes I crossed your mind.
I tried, to that you were blind. Someday you will see all I was.
I'm not moving on, not trying to keep you, my lost thoughts pierce through, hearts once so strong. My mind's a wreck, you're left unstable, both lost the will to try. So I soaked our love in formaldehyde and lye.
"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, but in all my garden there is no red rose. On what little thing does hope depend. I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine; yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched. If I bring her a red rose I shall hold her in my arms. She will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine; but there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me and my heart will break."
I'm not moving on, not trying to keep you, my lost thoughts pierce through, hearts once so strong. My mind's a wreck, you're left unstable, both lost the will to try. So I soaked our love in formaldehyde and lye.