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Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm speaking figuratively, of course..
Like the last time that I committed suicide.. social suicide..
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds..
And all the things that don't get old..
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life..
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling
We'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That's no shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier
You've been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.
God damn the liquor stores' closed,
We were so close to scoring
It hurts, it destroys til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)
I'm speaking figuratively, of course..
Like the last time that I committed suicide.. social suicide..
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds..
And all the things that don't get old..
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life..
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling
We'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That's no shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier
You've been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.
God damn the liquor stores' closed,
We were so close to scoring
It hurts, it destroys til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)
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The general feeling I get of the song is someone who's lying to themselves by trying to be someone else so he could fit in with everyone else but he's just so compulsive he keeps fucking up and ending up, as he says in the song, committing social suicide. He gets so frustrated trying to be someone else and he knows he can't keep it up:
"I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode"
He deals with the stress by drinking, and that's how he deals with his situation and his life. But he's finally giving up on it all, and breaks down (by a slow descent into alcoholism) even though he knew it was coming:
For the last time with feeling
we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That's no shocking surprise.
He still hold the general view of most alcoholics that they can quit whenever they want to, but they just don't want to. It's easier to drink than to not:
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die
With the 'Sister Soldier' stanza it sounds like he's about to come back from it, someone's helping him recover, but in the end he ends up just going back to the booze. Cause its easier.
He's having a hard time in his life, so he's saying hey lets get fucked up. The whole dying thing is just him exxagerating. He says he's already dead, but he still has his memories. But are the memories a lie?
Then in the first chorus, he starts thinknig about being young again, and wishing he still was because it was easier when you were young and didn't have shit to wrry about. Basically being nostalgic.
2nd verse is basically him saying okay, so it was all a lie and now I'm a mess. I've got some short comings, but fuck it, that's who I am.
2nd chorus is him cherishing the thoughts and memories again, saying it was good while it was happening and I thank you for that. Being nostalgic again. Thinking about all the good times, maybe some of the illegal things they did together.
3rd verse, he's basically saying we're gonna get real drunk tonight. He knows one day he'll be okay, it'll just take time. He doesn't REALYL need to drink to get by it, but for now, fuck it...He's gonna drink and get fucked up and have a good time.
3rd chorus is him telling whatever friend it is that he's thankful that she's there to listen to him talk about all this shit, and she's been a big help. And he doesn't know how he'll ever repay her for it.
Then they get to the liquor store and it's closed so he's basically like "Fuck. goddamnit."
Think of the song as a long conversation with a friend. He's talking about his problems to her and saying hey lets get drunk tonight I wanan get fucked up. So on their way to the liquor store he rambles on about memories and feeling nostalgic and whatever else. Then they get there and the store's closed and that sucks. The end.
I always thought it was "forget-me-nots and there-it-goes"
What is a marigold?
I looked it up and all it says is that it's a type of flower.
ITS "STILL SHOCK AND AURPRIZE" NOT "NO" SHOCK AND SURPRIZE CUZ THEN THE DIE, WHICH WOULD B SHOCKING
ITS MY FAVO SONG AND I DEDICATE IT 2 MY BESTY SHANELLE A YEAR AGO WE GOT FUCKED UP AND SHE FELL, AND DROWND R.I.P
Love it.
Love it.
Easily theyre best song!
Saw/heard it at the Honda Civic Tour with Panic at the Disco, Phantom Planet and The Hush Sound.
Amazing.
Simply amazing. =]]
I think the general idea is that even though he misses being innocent of substance abuse he still chooses to "get fucked up" meaning get trashed/smashed/wasted. not necessarily as a "coping mechanism" but simply because he wants to get crunk and that is how he has fun now. for a lot of people once you start it is hard to have fun otherwise, but because of the increased danger of getting fucked up, etc, you lose a part of yourself (your consciousness at least) but ultimately choose that path anyways.