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This is a song about a relationship that failed, and trying to deal with it. It strikes me as almost a stream of consciousness type song, where all there things spinning around in your brain comes spilling out as this song, trying to figure how and why things happened the way they did, and what the hell you’re supposed to do now. I listened to this song many times in my late High School years and early college years. The repeated “I need this” struck a chord with me, and then the lines “These clothes don’t fit us right, and I’m to blame”… I frequently found reasons for why failures in my relationships were completely my fault, and would then focus on that forever… This song just sounds sad, and full of regret.


This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don’t fit us right
I’m to blame
It’s all the same
It’s all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this

A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
I need this
I need this

This flower is scorched

When I was in 8th Grade, I had to grow this zucchini for my science class, and after a few failed attempts, I came up with this great idea of just dumping this crazy blue fertilizer stuff on it. Sure enough, it sprouted quickly, and grew by leaps and bounds for about 2 days. But then it kinda burned itself out, and it just crumbled to pieces, just like plants aren’t supposed to do. Anyway, this first line reminds me of that. A flower overexposed to the sun, like someone was trying way to hard to make this flower [relationship] grow, and it just fried it.

This film is on, on a maddening loop.

The same things just keep happening over and over, and it’s driving them insane.

These clothes, these clothes don’t fit us right. I’m to blame. It’s all the same. It’s all the same.

When I hear “these clothes don’t fit us right” it makes me think that he wanted the relationship to be a certain way, and that vision never really fit. And so it feels uncomfortable, like an outfit that is supposed to make you look nice, but just makes you feel awkward. “These clothes”, as though they’ve been thrust upon them, rather than “our clothes” or “my clothes”, that suggests a more personal attachment to them. And now he blames himself, just as he blamed himself for every other failed relationship in his life. It all ends up the same.

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses

While I’m not certain what exactly these phrases mean, I get the sense that they’re all different ways in which the girl tried to make the relationship work. “Hair curled tight” makes me think of a girl all done up: hair, pretty dress, etc. “Positions” could mean a number of things: different positions in an argument, sexual positions, or maybe different positions that the relationship finds itself in. “Bone in your hand” I have no clue, but it suggests something more primitive or basic. It ends with “excuses”, when the relationship is dying, and she’s just trying to save face and explain why it’s not her fault.


Ducked out in a row.

“ducked out”, like she gave up and ran away when things got rough.

You wear me out, you wear me out.

He’s had enough, and it’s just making him tired.

We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all

Different failed attempts to make the relationship work. Fake-a-breakdown and self hurt suggest attempts at eliciting sympathy. Plastics could mean plastic surgery; superficial attempts to re-energize the relationship. Collections suggest some sort of charity, trying to get others to fix the problems they can’t fix. Self help: Trying to fix the problems themselves. Self Pain: Things start to get a bit more desperate. EST: Electro-shock Therapy? Psychics: Abandoning all reason and just grasping on to anything that might help, even for a little while. Fuck all: it’s all over.

I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this

The song started talking about “us” and “we”, then moved to “You”, and now, finally, “I”. He now replays his role in the failing of the relationship, He was in charge, and it became too much, and he lost his head. “I need this”. He can’t imagine how life an continue without this relationship. And it was that mentality that caused him to do anything to save it, even when it wasn’t healthy for him anymore.

A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot

A paperweight is kinda useless. It covers paper, something thin and pretty fragile, and makes sure it doesn’t get blown away. But in and of itself, it’s not all that useful. A junk garage is a place where you can just keep shoving things that have no other place to go, and never give another thought to how they fit. This relationship has become useless, except to sort of protect 2 weak people with fragile emotions, and has become a place where emotions can just be tossed so they have some place to go. “Winter Rain” Cold, dismal, and desolate. While rain in the summer helps plants grow, winter rain just leads to snow, ice, bleakness, despair. Honeypot: something sweet but without substance… that eventually just gets sticky and disgusting.

A hotline, a wanted ad

Desperate attempts to find something to fill the void that’s been created by the relationship’s collapse.

It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
I need this
I need this

I see the line “it’s crazy what you could’ve had” as that thought that you get after the relationship is over “They just missed out on something great -> me. If they only knew how great I really am, there’s no way they would’ve let the relationship die.” But it slips back into the self pitying “I need this.”

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