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So while you're fixing up your bed
So while you're organizing drawers
Could you just listen to the problems had
With problems of yours?
And what's that note you're writing there?
Why are you giving me this back?
This was a gift from when we met
Back when you weren't so upset
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable
I couldn't recognize your shell
Your branching off had met an end
From all the weight that made you bend
And when you tried to shed your leaves
You pined for warmth as they said
"Your lack of love for your dear self
Is sapping all of us here out!
Trace your roots back to the ground
Work out the knotholes for yourself"
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your family made me feel responsible
And I found the notes you left behind
Little hints and helpless cries
Desperate wishing to be over
You said you're trapped in your body
And getting deeper every day
They diagnosed you born that way
They say it runs in your family
A conscious erasure of working class background
Where despair trickles down
Imbalanced chemical crutch
Open up, swallow down
You said "Remember me for me
I need to set my spirit free"
I called in sick from your funeral
(I called in sick, I called in sick)
Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible
(I called in sick, I called in sick)
I should have never gave my word to you
Not a cry, not a sound
Might have learned how to swim
Never taught how to drown
You said "Remember me for me"
I watched you set your spirit free
So while you're organizing drawers
Could you just listen to the problems had
With problems of yours?
And what's that note you're writing there?
Why are you giving me this back?
This was a gift from when we met
Back when you weren't so upset
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable
I couldn't recognize your shell
Your branching off had met an end
From all the weight that made you bend
And when you tried to shed your leaves
You pined for warmth as they said
"Your lack of love for your dear self
Is sapping all of us here out!
Trace your roots back to the ground
Work out the knotholes for yourself"
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your family made me feel responsible
And I found the notes you left behind
Little hints and helpless cries
Desperate wishing to be over
You said you're trapped in your body
And getting deeper every day
They diagnosed you born that way
They say it runs in your family
A conscious erasure of working class background
Where despair trickles down
Imbalanced chemical crutch
Open up, swallow down
You said "Remember me for me
I need to set my spirit free"
I called in sick from your funeral
(I called in sick, I called in sick)
Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible
(I called in sick, I called in sick)
I should have never gave my word to you
Not a cry, not a sound
Might have learned how to swim
Never taught how to drown
You said "Remember me for me"
I watched you set your spirit free
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Your Deep Rest Lyrics as written by Christopher Hoffman Christian Holden
Lyrics © LOUSY SONGS PARTNERS
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The song is about a close friend that commits suicide and the friend is making sense of why it happened after it happened.
They didn't see it coming even though they were close friends, "I couldn't recognize your shell." It's about how society often sees what it wants to see in people, nobody wants to see the dark side of life, we ignore what we don't want to see because most people are selfish.
The song confronts how we sometimes don't see things or appreciate things until it's too late.
"You said you're trapped in your body, getting deeper everyday." The feeling of being trapped/imprisoned in your flesh, whether it's a debilitating mental illness, or a physical illness. That's up for you to interpret.
Also how a body can be deceptive, it's not obviously a prison, in society we associate suffering with the tangible, the obvious. Nobody realizes a body can be a prison.
"Might have learned how to swim But never taught how to drown"
How society is all about staying above the water, being at a certain standard all the time. If you go under, you're by yourself.
"I called in sick from your funeral." Confronts how we treat personal, emotional events like soulless work obligations, how society is so numb to reality that you 'call in sick' like it's a job, rather than a funeral for a close friend.
“Your lack of love for your dear self is sapping all of us here out! Trace your roots back to the ground, work out the knotholes for yourself”
How sometimes those that we think love us most leave us to figure ourselves out, we become isolated when we least expect it.