The speaker expresses their disillusionment with a past romantic relationship that has turned sour. They describe feeling a hammer to the head instead of the soothing breath of spring that their love once was. While they try to forgive, they cannot forget. Where their love was once as easy as a walk on the shore with waves kissing their feet, they now focus on avoiding reminders of their partner and ignore the ghost of past affection buzzing in their ear. They question what the purpose of relationships are if every living thing dies alone in the end.
The speaker expresses their disillusionment with a past romantic relationship that has turned sour. They describe feeling a hammer to the head instead of the soothing breath of spring that their love once was. While they try to forgive, they cannot forget. Where their love was once as easy as a walk on the shore with waves kissing their feet, they now focus on avoiding reminders of their partner and ignore the ghost of past affection buzzing in their ear. They question what the purpose of relationships are if every living thing dies alone in the end.
The speaker expresses their disillusionment with a past romantic relationship that has turned sour. They describe feeling a hammer to the head instead of the soothing breath of spring that their love once was. While they try to forgive, they cannot forget. Where their love was once as easy as a walk on the shore with waves kissing their feet, they now focus on avoiding reminders of their partner and ignore the ghost of past affection buzzing in their ear. They question what the purpose of relationships are if every living thing dies alone in the end.
What once felt like the soothing breath of a spring morning now resonates into my being like a hammer to the head.
Do you care at all? I can’t see the difference.
Waking up in the morning with murder on my mind,
clenching the bloody remains of my sanity in a cloth-lined letter. I did try to mail it to you, but it got returned to the sender. Oh, I can forgive, but can’t we forget?
Love was supposed to be easy.
As easy as a walk along the shore, feeling the waves kiss my feet with a splash and a smile. Instead, I focus on avoiding the shells, looking for reasons to ignore your ghost buzzing in my ear. I love you, loved you, will love you, but where did you go? Disappearing into thin air like the kiss we were supposed to share. If every living thing dies alone, what are we doing here?