This might be my favoritest 2018 song, to date. It's a song about how I felt when my 2 cats died. When I say, "There used to be three of us but now there's only one, the stupid leftovers when all is said and done," I'm basically saying, I feel like leftover food. Food that's been left behind. No one even wants to take it home in a doggie bag. I'm the stupid, gross, yucky food that no one wants to eat.
*When the song refers to a glass of orange juice with fish in it, I mean orange juice with extra pulp. Pulp makes me gag.
*When the song refers to a glass of orange juice with fish in it, I mean orange juice with extra pulp. Pulp makes me gag.
Here are the lyrics, in case they're not easy to understand:
There used to be three of us / But now there’s only one /
The stupid leftovers / when all is said and done
My sadness fills the whole / Stupid world out there / I wish that I could go and climb that golden stair
Everything is stupid now / and everything is gross / a
single sampling of burnt and soggy toast
A noodle burnt onto the bottom of the pan/ a scrambled egg that got all gross and then it ran
I think I’ll go out and I think I will get stoned / a
chicken with no bones / I think it’s been deboned
A stupid listening and every single day / is just a stupid battleship that has turned gray
A piece of cheese that has decided to grow mold/ a heated
dinner that’s been left out in the cold
A glass of orange juice that’s got lots and lots of fish / a burnt and soggy terrible Tuesday dinner dish
I wish I could go up Heaven’s stair/ Go upstairs and see my
friends up there
I want to go upstairs upstairs
I want to go upstairs upstairs
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