Daily Dose
Aces Over Kings Lyrics
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Instead of having you I sing to heal my needs
You fed me love, it eats me inside out
Purging myself... so I can go without
Make me, Break me, Daily dose I take thee
Sickness is my remedy I don't need this
QID
Stitch up my heart every waking day
Typical of scars they never seem to fade away
Scream out your name from oceans away
So many times, my throat is in decay
Thoughts of me surely faded
Apathy clearly stated
Heart beating so decrepit
My blood lukewarm and tepid
You were so overrated
I'd rather be sedated
Things got too complicated
Rushed when I should have waited
L.A. to Atlantic...I'm becoming frantic
New York to Pacific...this pain is so specific
In "Daily Dose" by Aces Over Kings, the lyrics explore the aftermath of a toxic relationship. The singer describes feeling trapped and suffocated by memories of their past lover. The line "thoughts of guillotines to sever memories" paints a gruesome image of wanting to erase the memories completely. However, instead of dwelling in negativity, the singer turns to music for comfort and healing. By expressing their pain and purging themselves of it, they hope to move on from the past. The chorus, "Make me, Break me, Daily dose I take thee, Sickness is my remedy I don't need this QID," suggests a dependence on their pain, as if it's become a habit or addiction. The singer is conflicted; they want to move on, but they can't help but feel drawn towards the familiarity of the pain.
As the song progresses, the singer becomes more determined to let go of their ex. They decide to "stitch up [their] heart every waking day," acknowledging the healing process is ongoing and won't happen overnight. The chorus repeats, emphasizing how the singer can't seem to shake off their pain. They even shout their ex's name "from oceans away," which illustrates how the memories continue to haunt them, even when they're physically distant. In the final verse, the singer expresses a sense of numbness and detachment; the intensity of their emotions has dulled to the point where they "blood [is] lukewarm and tepid." They realize that their relationship was "overrated" and that they're better off without it. Even though they feel like they rushed into the relationship when they should have waited, they're learning from their mistakes and moving forward.
Line by Line Meaning
Thoughts of guillotines to sever memories
I am thinking of drastic measures to help me forget the memories of us.
Instead of having you I sing to heal my needs
Instead of being with you, I use music to heal my emotional needs.
You fed me love, it eats me inside out
The love you gave me has turned into a destructive force inside me.
Purging myself...so I can go without
I need to cleanse myself of our love so that I can move on without you.
Make me, Break me, Daily dose I take thee
I am addicted to the cycle of being made and broken, and I take it every day like medicine.
Sickness is my remedy I don't need this
I have become accustomed to my pain and heartache that I don't see a need to escape it.
Stitch up my heart every waking day
I try to repair my broken heart every day.
Typical of scars they never seem to fade away
The scars from our relationship will never truly go away.
Scream out your name from oceans away
I still call your name, even though we are separated by great distances.
So many times, my throat is in decay
I have cried out for you so many times my voice is fading.
Thoughts of me surely faded
Your thoughts of me have long since disappeared.
Apathy clearly stated
Your indifference towards me is apparent.
Heart beating so decrepit
My heart is broken and battered.
My blood lukewarm and tepid
I feel unfulfilled and uninspired.
You were so overrated
My opinion of you has dwindled.
I'd rather be sedated
I would prefer to numb myself than feel the pain of losing you.
Things got too complicated
Our relationship became too convoluted to endure.
Rushed when I should have waited
I should have taken my time instead of rushing into a relationship with you.
L.A. to Atlantic...I'm becoming frantic
No matter where I go, I feel consumed by my anxiety and distress.
New York to Pacific...this pain is so specific
My pain is all-encompassing, it follows me no matter where I go.
Contributed by Lucy N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.