I Don't Like Me Anymore
NOFX Lyrics
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Scratched my balls and eyes
I looked into the mirror
And got a big surprise
I don't know who this person is
But I've seen his face before
A face I don't want to have to face
I don't think I like me anymore
When I run into old friends
Their eyes seem to dart away
I wish I could remember
All the shitty things I say
Then one day my best friend said
Something I'd never heard before
You've done so much for me and I love you
But I don't like you anymore
Someone lock the door
I don't like me anymore
Here comes media whore
I don't like me anymore
I heard this story twice before
I don't like me anymore
Pop punk claiming hardcore
I don't like me anymore
Was it something that I've done?
Was it something that I've said?
Was I having too much fun?
Did I dropkick someone's head?
I turn on the TV
And I don't like what I see
There's an old punk rocker acting like a jerk
And that jerk looks a lot like me
Someone lock the door
I don't like me anymore
Here comes media whore
I don't like me anymore
I heard this story twice before
I don't like me anymore
Pop punk claiming hardcore
I don't like me anymore
A catastrophe I'm certain
Hit the lights and drop the curtain
Organize a mob and rush the door
Peel me off the floor
I don't like me anymore
A burning open sore
I don't like me anymore
People say they love me
Then ask for something more
The never-ending story
A filibustering bore
A pompous dinosaur
I don't like me anymore
Why does being nice to people
Feel like such a chore?
I act like your clown
But feel like everybody's whore
A sober fact I wish I could ignore
I don't like me anymore
The lyrics to NOFX's song "I Don't Like Me Anymore" convey a sense of self-doubt and self-disgust. The singer wakes up one morning and is confronted with a version of himself that he no longer recognizes or wants to be. He expresses confusion and unease about the person he has become, feeling detached from his own identity.
The lyrics touch on themes of regret and the consequences of one's actions. The singer mentions running into old friends who seem to avoid him, implying that he has said or done things that have caused them to distance themselves. This realization is further amplified when his best friend tells him that although he loves him, he no longer likes him. This plunges the singer into deeper self-loathing and introspection.
The song also criticizes the behavior of others, particularly in the punk rock scene. The singer mentions an old punk rocker acting like a jerk, drawing parallels between their actions and his own. This suggests that he sees his own behavior as hypocritical and unsavory.
Overall, "I Don't Like Me Anymore" captures a moment of intense self-reflection and dissatisfaction, as the singer grapples with his own identity and the consequences of his actions.
Line by Line Meaning
One morning I woke up
Upon awakening one morning
Scratched my balls and eyes
Engaged in the routine action of scratching my genitalia and eyes
I looked into the mirror
Gazed upon my reflection in the mirror
And got a big surprise
Experienced a significant shock
I don't know who this person is
I am unfamiliar with this individual
But I've seen his face before
However, his countenance is not entirely unknown to me
A face I don't want to have to face
A countenance I prefer to avoid confronting
I don't think I like me anymore
I am doubtful of my own self-liking
When I run into old friends
Upon encountering acquaintances from the past
Their eyes seem to dart away
Their gaze appears to swiftly avert
I wish I could remember
I desire the ability to recall
All the shitty things I say
Each and every unpleasant remark I utter
Then one day my best friend said
At some point, my closest companion expressed
Something I'd never heard before
An unfamiliar sentiment to my ears
You've done so much for me and I love you
You have rendered numerous acts of kindness toward me, and I hold affection for you
But I don't like you anymore
Yet, I no longer harbor favorable regard for you
Someone lock the door
I implore an individual to secure the entrance
Here comes media whore
Behold, the arrival of a shameless seeker of public attention
I don't like me anymore
I have developed a distaste for my own being
I heard this story twice before
I have encountered this narrative on two occasions previously
I don't like me anymore
I no longer possess a fondness for my own persona
Pop punk claiming hardcore
Individuals of the pop punk genre asserting themselves as adherents of true hardcore punk
I don't like me anymore
I have grown disenchanted with my own existence
Was it something that I've done?
Did my actions contribute to this state?
Was it something that I've said?
Did my words serve as a catalyst?
Was I having too much fun?
Did my enjoyment exceed acceptable limits?
Did I dropkick someone's head?
Did I engage in physically assaulting someone's cranium with my foot?
I turn on the TV
I activate the television set
And I don't like what I see
But I find the visual content displeasing
There's an old punk rocker acting like a jerk
An elderly individual of the punk rock subculture exhibiting obnoxious behavior
And that jerk looks a lot like me
Furthermore, it is reminiscent of myself
A catastrophe I'm certain
I possess complete certainty in the occurrence of a calamity
Hit the lights and drop the curtain
Terminate the illumination and lower the stage barrier
Organize a mob and rush the door
Coordinate a group of individuals and urgently proceed towards the entrance
Peel me off the floor
Detach me from the ground surface
I don't like me anymore
I no longer find favor in my own character
A burning open sore
An intensely painful and exposed wound
I don't like me anymore
I hold an aversion towards my own being
People say they love me
Individuals express affection towards me
Then ask for something more
Subsequently, they demand additional favors
The never-ending story
An incessantly ongoing tale
A filibustering bore
A monotonous and prolonged speech that obstructs progress
A pompous dinosaur
An ostentatious and outdated creature
I don't like me anymore
I no longer possess an affinity towards myself
Why does being nice to people
For what reason does exhibiting kindness towards individuals
Feel like such a chore?
Appear to be a burdensome task?
I act like your clown
I adopt the role of your jester
But feel like everybody's whore
Yet, I experience sensations akin to being exploited by everyone
A sober fact I wish I could ignore
A harsh reality that I ardently desire to overlook
I don't like me anymore
I have reached a point of personal dissatisfaction
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: Michael John Burkett, Eric Scott Melvin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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These two shots are for Derrick
The singer is dedicating these two shots to Derrick.
For rifle, not the handgun
“Rifle” is a song from Lagwagon, a band Derrick played drums for. “the handgun” was likely what he used to commit suicide, hence why the singer is dedicating the two shots to rifle, not the handgun
For coffee and cigarettes
The singer is dedicating these shots to the act of enjoying coffee and cigarettes.
Give it back
It's unclear what the singer wants Derrick to give back.
You know, suicide isn't painless
The singer is pointing out that suicide isn't painless, despite what the famous song suggests.
When you leave everyone in pain
Suicide can cause a lot of pain for the people left behind.
Two shots will never go down the same
Each shot is a unique experience and can never be replicated exactly.
This beating's for Jimmy
The singer is dedicating this beating to Jimmy.
For ultimate devotion
The beating is dedicated to the idea of ultimate devotion.
For your mind of my own
It's unclear what this line means.
Bring out your dead
This line may be a reference to the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail, where a man goes around collecting dead bodies while saying 'bring out your dead'.
Sedated, flagellated
The singer is describing someone who is sedated and flagellated.
You were the one most loved and hated
The person being described was both loved and hated by people.
Thanks for all that carpet and your songs
The singer is thanking someone for their carpet and their songs.
Oh, this patron's for Jason
The singer is dedicating this patron to Jason.
And this lager's for Andy
The singer is dedicating this lager to Andy.
And these doses are for bomber
The singer is dedicating these doses to someone referred to as 'bomber'.
And this fix is for Bradley
The singer is dedicating this fix to Bradley.
This ritalin's for Lumpy
The singer is dedicating this ritalin to someone referred to as 'Lumpy'.
And this speedball's for friday
The singer is dedicating this speedball to someone on Friday.
This nitrous hit is for Lynn and best friend Dobbs
The singer is dedicating this nitrous hit to Lynn and her best friend Dobbs.
This bowl is for my mom
The singer is dedicating this bowl to their mom.
For drinking more than I did
The dedication is for the singer's mom who drank more than they did.
For posting bail for me in New York
The singer's mom posted bail for them in New York.
And in Hollywood that first time
It's unclear what this line means.
And that joint we smoked was the worst time
The singer is reflecting on a time when they smoked a joint and it ended up being a bad experience.
'Cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong
The singer thinks it's wrong to do drugs with parents.
This song is for winning losers
The singer is dedicating this song to people who may have lost some battles, but have won in the end.
It's for lucky substance abusers
The song is dedicated to people who have been lucky enough to be substance abusers and still have their lives together.
The ones who left their black marks on us all
The singer is acknowledging people who have made an impact on our lives, whether good or bad