This is a song about an alcoholic or drug addict in the late stages of addiction, battling with a voice inside that's telling them to "leave your body alone," and stop killing themselves.
"Well I'm near the end, and
I just ain't got the time"
That is the drugs talking, apologizing to the voice of reason and survival, telling that voice that it's too late to change or turn around.
"Well I'm wasted and I can't find my way home," is total oblivion and being lost in a state of self-loathing, self-pity, and self-destruction. "Home," is a metaphor for safety and self-care.
I can't believe a kid in his early twenties wrote these lyrics. Songwriting doesn't get more powerful. A frightening precursor to the likes of Kurt Cobain, Elliot Smith and Amy W. It's a cry for help. The help comes from within.
This is a song about an alcoholic or drug addict in the late stages of addiction, battling with a voice inside that's telling them to "leave your body alone," and stop killing themselves.
"Well I'm near the end, and I just ain't got the time" That is the drugs talking, apologizing to the voice of reason and survival, telling that voice that it's too late to change or turn around.
"Well I'm wasted and I can't find my way home," is total oblivion and being lost in a state of self-loathing, self-pity, and self-destruction. "Home," is a metaphor for safety and self-care.
I can't believe a kid in his early twenties wrote these lyrics. Songwriting doesn't get more powerful. A frightening precursor to the likes of Kurt Cobain, Elliot Smith and Amy W. It's a cry for help. The help comes from within.