Story Behind the Song
i was in a pretty fucked up relationship with this chik-we saw other people(she had a lot of interest in my sister,too). it took entirely too long to realize i had to break it off. "long nigh, an empty bottle of pills..."i vividly remember a night i spent with her on the phone after she took a bottle of sleeping pills, i forced her to drink a 2 liter of coke. she couldn.t make it to the bathroom, so she pissed in a plastic cup. i heard it over the phone. i had to keep talking and hold her interest for 6-7 hours. "what i had, what i gave..."i guess some girls don.t want to be with a nice guy... i tried to rip off Bach- toccata and fugue in d minor, for the bass line(but i don.t think it is that recognizable. the words came in 2 pieces, the 2nd verse a month after the first."the razor opens old skars...now i spill blood onto the floor..."i was bleeding from self-inflicted razor cuts when i finished the words. we recorded in 1 take for the music,2 takes for the vocals. -twig
Lyrics
i.d like to put this to rest, and the memories are old, they should be forgotten
for all that i have bled, it boils down to nothing.
her teeth and words trace old skars.
what are you afraid of?
what are you? what-are you...afraid of what you are?
watching the time. spill onto the floor
she speaks in my dreams.
tired eyes are lit by sunlite and sin
she speaks in my dreams.
and don.t thrill me with your melodic voice, don.t chill me with that erotic noise.
she speaks to me in my dreams. she speaks in my dreams to me.
i walk. down lifeless streets,
and the PAST. comes BACK. in FLASHES, it can.t be forgotten
i.ve tried. to drug it away, but it all seems to follow.
the razor opens old skars.
what are we afraid of?
what are you?
what am i?
afraid of-what we were.
now i spill blood. onto the floor.
etc.
& what i had. & what i gave.
& what i kept. & what i saved.
AND WHAT YOU LOST, AND WHAT YOU LEARNED.
I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO HAPPEN.
I CAN FEEL THE FLAMES, & THEY.RE GROWING HIGHER.
I AM NOT A VICTIM, I.M A SURVIVOR.
leave me free, leave me free,
oh, love...why do you haunt me?
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