Lo
Basecamp Lyrics

Fifty
I have spent fifty years of my life doing things

Eight
I have experienced many things within that time

Years
Every single moment has been passing by for a very long time

Spent
It's hard to recall everything that has happened over the years

Running in a circle
I've been repeating the same patterns or habits throughout my life

Still I'm not far behind you
I'm not making much progress despite my efforts

He was such a nice man but he talked too much
Someone I knew was well-intentioned but had a negative habit of overexplaining things, making it difficult for me to move forward in my own life

While I was trying to find you
During the time when I needed direction, I was trying to get in touch with someone who could help me, but that person was not always available or reliable

I only slept three hours
I did not get much rest

I should've done more
I wish I had been more productive or efficient

Then the call came thru
Something happened that interrupted my routine or plans

Pinned me to the floor
This event caused me to feel helpless, stuck, or trapped

I don't know how to swallow it
I don't know how to accept or process this experience

This fucked up and bottomless
The situation feels terrible and there is no clear way to deal with it

Hole
The situation is a void, empty and unsolvable

The crater that you left inside my heart
Something or someone has hurt me deeply and I am struggling to move on

My heart
The pain is emotional and affects me in a profound way

I never think I'll understand
I never think I'll be able to make sense of what has happened or come to terms with it

Why you couldn't stick around
I am struggling to understand why someone important to me has left or died

Man
This is a lament, a way of expressing frustration and sadness

I just want to know that I'll see you again
I am holding on to the hope that I will eventually be able to reconnect with someone or something that I have lost

Sweet friend
This is a term of endearment for the person that the artist is addressing

I remember restless storms
I recall turbulent times that have troubled me in the past

And the smell of your perfume
I have sensory memories that remind me of someone who is no longer present

And all that we said hung thick
The words that were exchanged between me and someone else were memorable and impactful

Like a smoke inside the room
The words and feelings lingered and were pervasive

I try to keep the picture still
I try to hold on to the memory of someone or something that has passed

But it's leaking out the back of my head
The memory is slowly fading despite my attempts to preserve it

Keeps
The memory persists even though it's fading away

Leaking
The memory is slowly deteriorating or losing its potency

Out the
The memory is escaping my grasp

Back of
The memory is being lost and forgotten

My head
The memory is only a shadow of what it used to be

I know that I'll see you again
I still have hope that I will be reunited with someone or something that I have lost