Kites
Dessa Lyrics

The neon burns a hole in the night
The bright lights create a visually striking hole in the darkness

And the Freon burns a hole in the sky
The cold air conditioning gas causes a literal hole in the atmosphere

You can find my kind living right on the fault line
The singer's community lives on the edge of danger and instability

Eyes on the seaside, lives on the B-side
The group is drawn to the vastness of the ocean but lives on the outskirts of society

Kites on the power-lines
Visual reminder of the delicate balance between safety and freedom

I know what he tells you
The singer is aware of the lies someone has been telling the listener

But I don't know why you believe it, won't leave it alone
The singer is confused as to why the listener continues to believe lies

It's just us in the end, walking home and dodging cars
In the end, all that really matters is the bond between the artist and the listener as they navigate life's obstacles

The rest of the believers follow brighter burning stars
Others may be more easily influenced by false guidance, following misguided leaders

A pushpin through my sternum
Heartache and emotional pain is felt deeply by the artist

I spent a long year under glass
The singer felt trapped and stagnant, unable to move on from a past relationship

Watching your reflection in the cases as you passed
The artist still thinks about the person they had to let go, observing them from a distance

And cupid limps in two years too late, with a love letter for the ugly sister
New love interests have come too late for the singer, and they feel like they missed out on something special

I'm sorry but you missed her, Mr. Mystery to me
The singer is sorry, but someone they once knew failed to realize what they were losing

How lost you seem to be
The singer recognizes the other person's aimlessness

From beneath, it all looks the same
It's hard to distinguish between meaningful connections and surface-level ones

Gum-covered and rusted from the rain
The world can feel dirty and worn down, especially in tough times

Maybe you were right all along
The singer has come to realize that someone else was correct in their beliefs or predictions

I say I'm sorry less than I am wrong
The singer admits that they don't apologize enough for their mistakes

So here we are, both half-starved
The artist and the listener are both in a state of need, physically or emotionally

You make it look so hard
The listener is struggling to overcome a challenge, visible to the artist

I'm a shadow boxer waiting for the other girl to make the first move
The artist feels like they're in a competition for someone's affections, but isn't taking an active role

And I'm a sad impostor, don't let the battles pick you
The singer is masking their true emotions, and advises the listener to be decisive

We never do go over, we always gotta go through
The artist has learned that facing obstacles head-on is more productive than trying to go around them

Love to sleep by the hum of the machine
The singer finds comfort in the monotonous drone of technology

Veins filled with grenadine
The singer's blood is metaphorically infused with sweetness and color

It's just a fever dream to me
The listener's struggle and the singer's involvement in it feels unreal, like a fleeting vision