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Die/Jumpin' Jack Frost/Towa Tei Lyrics
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All booked up on depression and self-loathing.
Buried deep in sleep from passing out, no time to plan ahead.
Someone please tell me, why do I think this way?
Someone please tell me that this isn't the end of everything.
A chemical imbalance? No. The smell of my own vomit lost in my last tears.
No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself.
When it's finally here, it's never enough and when it's finally gone, it's never coming back.
Somehow I fooled myself into believing that this would work out, that I wouldn't end up hurt.
The lyrics to Die/Jumpin' Jack Frost/Towa Tei's song Contact portray a deep sense of despair and hopelessness. The first few lines suggest that the singer has hit rock bottom in their life, and their future seems bleaker than ever. They feel overwhelmed with depression and self-loathing, and their exhaustion is reflected in the line "buried deep in sleep from passing out" - they are unable to find the motivation to plan for a better tomorrow.
The refrain of the song, "someone please tell me, why do I think this way?" highlights the singer's confusion and desperation for answers to their struggles. They are searching for a way out of their current mindset and looking for reassurance that things will get better. The second verse touches on the idea that the singer has tried to fix their problems before, but nothing seems to work. They are tired of constantly searching for solutions, as the outcome is always the same - pain and disappointment.
The final lines of the song emphasize the singer's inability to find happiness or contentment in their life. They have given up hope that things will ever get better, and instead of feeling empowered by their pain, they feel defeated. The song suggests that the singer has lost faith in their ability to change their life, and they are resigned to the fact that they will always feel this way.
Line by Line Meaning
I have bottomed out and my future doesn't fit into my schedule.
Feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what lies ahead, as though there is no room in one's plans for the future.
All booked up on depression and self-loathing.
Feeling consumed by negative emotions to the point of being unable to focus on anything else.
Buried deep in sleep from passing out, no time to plan ahead.
Using unconsciousness as an escape from the stresses of life and struggles with mental health.
Someone please tell me, why do I think this way?
Seeking answers and understanding for the thought patterns and feelings that are overwhelming the artist.
Someone please tell me that this isn't the end of everything.
Hoping for reassurance that there is still hope for the future and that things will get better.
A chemical imbalance? No. The smell of my own vomit lost in my last tears.
Rejecting the idea that mental health struggles are just a matter of a chemical imbalance, while acknowledging the physical and emotional toll of those struggles.
No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself.
Recognizing that no amount of wishful thinking or hoping for a quick fix will solve deep-seated issues and pains.
When it's finally here, it's never enough and when it's finally gone, it's never coming back.
Feeling like happiness and fulfillment are always just out of reach, and that once they are gone, they are gone for good.
Somehow I fooled myself into believing that this would work out, that I wouldn't end up hurt.
Reflecting on past mistakes and disillusionment, and acknowledging that hope and optimism can sometimes be misguided.
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