Sudden Death in Carolina
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Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
And this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do

With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
Someone should be caught and held responsible
For this bloody mess

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
And I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
Of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head

And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
Someone should be caught and held responsible
For this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
'Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
School and work returned to normal before long
(before long... and no one will mention any of this again)

Call 911, I'm already dead but
Someone should be caught and held responsible
For this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court




Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Brand New's "Sudden Death in Carolina" portray a dark and abusive relationship. The singer is caught in a cycle of violence with his partner, evidenced by his recollection of waking up with a black eye and their tendency to "beat each other up just like we always do." The lyrics suggest that the singer is aware of how the relationship will end - with his death at the hands of his partner, who he refers to as a "liar" and whose "lips taste like a loaded gun." Despite this knowledge, the singer seems unable to break free from the relationship, stating that when he's talking to himself he'd "always rather be talking to you."


The lyrics also touch on themes of alcohol abuse and self-destruction. The singer describes swallowing a combination of liquor and a lighter, which leads to him throwing up fire. He also references spending car rides drinking in the backseat and sings about "every stupid word that everybody's hanging on," suggesting that he is struggling to find meaning and purpose in his life.


Overall, "Sudden Death in Carolina" paints a bleak picture of a relationship characterized by violence and self-destructive tendencies. The lyrics suggest that the singer is caught in a cycle he cannot escape from, where he is both the victim and perpetrator of abuse.


Line by Line Meaning

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
Last night I consumed alcohol and deliberately swallowed a lighter symbolizing my struggles with mental health issues and self-destructive behaviors.


And this morning I threw up fire
As a result of my actions, I experienced intense emotional pain which I cannot escape.


But it's nothing new
I have been dealing with these issues for a long time and they continue to persist.


I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
I have been trying to understand the root cause of my self-destructive behavior and how it relates to my past experiences, emotions and relationships.


With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
The intense emotional pain I experienced was a result of negative interactions, criticism and disapproval from people around me.


And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
I turned to alcohol to numb the pain of my past experiences, loneliness and struggles with mental health issues.


Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
The repetitive and meaningless nature of daily existence that often intensifies my emotions and frustration.


And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on
The superficiality and shallowness of human communication that makes me feel disconnected and misunderstood.


What difference does this difference in age make?
My age difference with someone I am romantically involved with and the power imbalance in our relationship.


I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
I am aware that my situation is dangerous and could lead to my death.


Call 911, I'm already dead but
I am beyond saving and there is nothing anyone can do to help me.


Someone should be caught and held responsible
The people who contributed to my suffering and mental health issues should be held accountable.


For this bloody mess
For the damage that has been done and the impact it has had on me and those around me.


Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
I trusted someone who turned out to be deceitful and untrustworthy.


And I woke up with a shiner
I was physically assaulted and left with a black eye.


And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
The traumatic experience has left a deep impact on me and I cannot forget it.


Of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
I am haunted by the image of the person who hurt me and the place where it happened.


And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
I feel trapped and hopeless in my current situation, unable to move on or make any meaningful change.


And we beat each other up just like we always do
The cycle of violence and self-destructive behavior continues in my relationships and interactions with others.


When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you
I am struggling with loneliness and the lack of meaningful human connection and wish for someone to understand me.


Call homicide, take the case to court
The people responsible for my suffering should be brought to justice and held accountable for their actions.


'Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
The person I am romantically involved with is dangerous and could cause my death or harm.


I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
I am likely to be a victim of this person's violent tendencies and could end up dead or hurt.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRIAN LANE, GARRETT TIERNEY, JESSE LACEY, VINCENT ACCARDI

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@steroalt

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

[Chorus]
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick
So call 911
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
And held responsible for this bloody mess

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
With a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
This quiet, dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
We beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

[Chorus]

Call homicide. Take the case to court
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
And I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned into a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
And school and work returned to normal before long...

Call 911
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
And held responsible for this bloody mess

Call homicide. Take the case to court
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
And I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor



@arlo9485

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
So call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner.
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
We beat each other up just like we always do.
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Call homicide. Take the case to court.
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.

They hung her from the bridge on Monday.
The gathering turned into a mob out on the lawn.
They dropped her body in the river.
And school and work returned to normal before long...

Call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Call homicide. Take the case to court.
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor



All comments from YouTube:

@dirt_mondo

Ahh High School Dammit I miss those days

@tntbsyht

Brand New always felt like Emo music made for people in their 20/30s rather than for people in their teens.

@elliottbean5678

this a CLASSIC

@steroalt

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

[Chorus]
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick
So call 911
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
And held responsible for this bloody mess

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
With a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
This quiet, dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
We beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

[Chorus]

Call homicide. Take the case to court
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
And I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned into a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
And school and work returned to normal before long...

Call 911
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
And held responsible for this bloody mess

Call homicide. Take the case to court
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
And I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

@Zeronautic

Classic.

@l.c.7352

driving through blue ridge mountains alone

@l.c.7352

and/or misty mornings driving thru fields to get to high school. no? ok

@Sam_Antha74

Adventuring through the misty mountains, to Mordor we go

@justinbaronofsky360

@@Sam_Antha74 lol

@justinbaronofsky360

@@Sam_Antha74 where the shadows lie

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