The Other Shoe
Fucked Up Lyrics

We're dying on the inside
We are slowly losing our spark and vitality

Right on time here's the other shoe
Just as we thought things couldn't get worse, they do

Clouds overhead start to loom
An impending sense of doom is approaching

Some born to win others fated to lose
Life is unfair and some people are destined to succeed while others are not

From the options we must choose
We must make choices with the limited options we are given

My friend dread is right on time, can't start to think that it is fine
The feeling of fear and anxiety is creeping up, and we cannot just ignore it

Watch the tower as it starts to teeter
The foundations of something we once thought was stable are shaking

New lyrics follow the same old meter
Our problems and struggles often repeat themselves

It can't be comfortable when the whole thing's about to fall
It is nerve-racking to witness something crumbling before our eyes

Butterflies, my stomach starts to heave
The feeling of anxiety makes us feel physically ill

What joyous blunder waits for me?
What unexpected mistake or misfortune will happen next?

Finished first but I missed the start
We may achieve something, but it may have not started off well

Hitched the mule behind the cart
We may have put things in the wrong order, causing confusion and frustration

Take the rose by the thorns
We must be willing to face the pain and difficulty to achieve something worthwhile

Hope for sun, but here's the storm
We may have high hopes, but life may bring unexpected difficulty instead

So head outside and wait for rain
Sometimes all we can do is brace ourselves and wait for the inevitable difficulty to pass

Watch it all go down the drain
Watch all our hard work and effort go to waste

We settle in but it's time to go, taken to sea by the undertow
Right when we get comfortable with something, we may be taken away by forces beyond our control

Love the smell but I hate the taste
Sometimes what seems good initially may not actually be good

Feeling good is such a waste
Happiness or positivity can be fleeting and short-lived

Loved the book but I hate the end, gained a lover but I lost a friend
Life is often bittersweet, with joy and pain intertwined

Straight to worst, from the best
Things can go from great to terrible very quickly

Nothing fills that hole in my chest
Despite our efforts, we may never be able to fully heal or recover from certain pains and losses

To make things worse, it all goes so fast and we try to hold on as they go past
Difficult times may pass by quickly, leaving us feeling like we couldn't hold on for long enough

We need a Peter, we get a Paul, at least Judas had the balls
We may hope for certain outcomes or people to come through for us, but we are often disappointed

To make a move on these building doubts about how this messiah thing would shake out
We may have doubts or hesitations, even about things we once believed in or held onto strongly

I feel the nail against my skin, wait for the hammer to drive it in
We can feel a sense of impending pain, waiting for something to deliver the final blow

Dying on the inside
Repetition of the idea that we are slowly losing our internal spark and vitality