Scars
Bootleg Rascal Lyrics
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Hand stretched out
Another feeding cruel
I always had my doubts
About you muttering words
Most don't like to hear (oh no)
Just close those eyes
And listen as they play
Under the scars
We break and mend
(Fleeting other true??)
We could never say
A buttered line's been melting through the void in your chest
Feeding [???] been doing time like old cigarettes
I'll find a way you'll never get there
I know there's trouble beneath your skin
Under the scars
We break and mend
(Fleeting other true??)
We could never say
And if to think that
That it's better late than never
We'd rather walk away
Than sink this ship together
Your thoughts have pondered through our
We hide our words on underneath
We can carry on this way forever
Hold your head high and turn a cheek
At times it's true these words cut deep
I won't carry on this way forever
Under the scars
Under the scars
The lyrics of Bootleg Rascal's song Scars evoke a sense of melancholy and sorrow with the narrative of an individual who is struggling to come to terms with their own identity amidst the chaos they see around them. The opening lines "Her overcoat too big, hand stretched out, another feeding cruel, I always had my doubts" paint a tragic picture of someone who feels disconnected from the world, unable to find a sense of belonging. The singer is grappling with the harsh realities of life, questioning everything around them including their own existence. The lines "Just close those eyes and listen as they play, under the scars we break and mend" show that they find solace in music and the way it can help heal deep wounds that life leaves on our souls. The lyrics suggest that we all carry scars, but it's how we deal with them that defines who we are.
Line by Line Meaning
Her overcoat too big
Her coat is too large.
Hand stretched out
She reaches out her hand.
Another feeding cruel
Another is cruelly feeding.
I always had my doubts
I never fully trusted you.
About you muttering words
Your mumbling always had me wondering.
Most don't like to hear (oh no)
Most people wouldn't want to hear what you're saying,
Just close those eyes
Don't pay attention to what you see, close those eyelids.
And listen as they play
Instead, just listen to the music.
Under the scars
Beneath the damage left by past experiences.
We break and mend
We go through a cycle of breaking apart and healing.
(Fleeting other true??)
The truth is a fleeting thought we could never fully grasp.
A buttered line's been melting through the void in your chest
A sweet talking line is slowly melting through the emptiness inside you.
Feeding [???] been doing time like old cigarettes
We've been self-destructing like chain-smoking old cigarettes.
I'll find a way you'll never get there
I'll get to where I want to be, but you never will.
I know there's trouble beneath your skin
I can sense the turmoil inside you.
Under the scars
Once again, beneath the damage left by past experiences.
We break and mend
Again, we go through a cycle of breaking apart and healing.
(Fleeting other true??)
Once again, the truth is a transient thought we can never quite grasp.
And if to think that
If we were to think that,
That it's better late than never
That it's better to do something late than to never do it at all,
We'd rather walk away
We'd prefer to leave,
Than sink this ship together
than to stay together and go down with the ship.
Your thoughts have pondered through our
You've been ruminating on our relationship,
We hide our words on underneath
We've concealed our true feelings beneath the surface.
We can carry on this way forever
We could continue like this forever.
Hold your head high and turn a cheek
Keep your head held high and pretend to ignore the flaws in our relationship.
At times it's true these words cut deep
Sometimes, the truth can be painful,
I won't carry on this way forever
but I won't continue this charade forever.
Under the scars
Yet again, beneath the damage left by past experiences.
Under the scars
And one final time, beneath the damage left by past experiences.
Contributed by Mila K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.