Stitch
Discount Lyrics
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You said I was wild but I just felt tired.
It's hard to care, just like it's hard to remember, somtimes.
And you can't help but drag me into the hall
When he is standing right there.
Everyone can hear you talking.
I'm turning inside out.
I'm sinking into the floor.
He's following a lot more than you or I.
There's holes in the carpet but that's not why we're here.
I was getting ready to throw a bunch of garbage,
About to say that he might care,
About the holes in my outfit enough to thread my life together.
Needles are flying around the room.
Welcome to a museum I can't explain.
There's no guides today. today.
I refuse to speak.
My impression's pretty weak.
Sometimes the past seems way too present.
Discount's song "Stitch" is a song about feeling left out, feeling unimportant in a conversation, and feeling that the person you're talking to is talking over you without really listening to what you have to say. Throughout the song, the singer treads carefully, knowing that every word he says is being avidly listened to by someone else in the room. The singer is placed in an awkward situation in which he feels that he's not wanted, specifically around a person who he feels is being a bully to him.
In one of the stanzas, the singer acknowledges that his past seems way too present, meaning that he is not yet over something that happened in his life. This is the reason why the singer struggles to speak, he is still haunted by his past, which has rendered him powerless. The final lines, "Sometimes the past seems way too present," are somewhat poignant and perhaps point to the universal nature of Discount's song.
The song is about the singer's struggle to communicate something poignant yet in a situation where they are not being heard. A sense of failure and powerlessness seems to pervade the song. However, it also shows the small moments of triumph over self-doubt that are endemic to feeling dejected.
Line by Line Meaning
Left me on the edge, looking over.
I was left in a vulnerable position, contemplating my situation.
You said I was wild but I just felt tired.
You thought I was unruly but I was just exhausted.
It's hard to care, just like it's hard to remember, somtimes.
It's difficult to feel empathy, just as it's hard to recall certain memories.
And you can't help but drag me into the hall
You can't resist involving me in drama.
When he is standing right there.
Even though he's present and can hear everything.
Everyone can hear you talking.
Your conversation is not private.
I'm turning inside out.
I'm feeling exposed and vulnerable.
I'm sinking into the floor.
I'm feeling overwhelmed and helpless.
I know he's listening and
I'm aware that he's paying close attention to our conversation.
He's following a lot more than you or I.
He's grasping more information than either of us realize.
There's holes in the carpet but that's not why we're here.
The real reason we're here runs deeper than just the superficial details.
I was getting ready to throw a bunch of garbage,
I was about to speak harshly.
About to say that he might care,
Implying that he might have feelings invested.
About the holes in my outfit enough to thread my life together.
To suggest that he might be able to mend my broken life.
Needles are flying around the room.
To emphasize the potential for chaos or destruction.
Welcome to a museum I can't explain.
A reference to a confusing or puzzling situation.
There's no guides today. today.
There's no direction or guidance.
I refuse to speak.
I'm choosing not to engage in the conversation.
My impression's pretty weak.
I lack confidence in my knowledge or opinion.
Sometimes the past seems way too present.
Occasionally, the past feels too close to the present, causing distress.
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