epitaph
Hippo Campus Lyrics

I'm blind and afraid
I'm uncertain and afraid of the future

The colors of this sound like a shape
The sounds I'm hearing are so vibrant they seem like they have a physical form

The feast of words you never could say
There are so many words left unspoken and untold between us

And I'm torn apart
I feel shattered and broken

In the sun, there is red
The sun's glow is reminiscent of the color red

The epitaph of an old record player
The memory of an old record player is like a fading epitaph

The sweetness in the salt of her hair
There is an interesting dichotomy in this person's essence; they are both sweet and salty

And there's no decision
I'm stuck in a situation where there are no clear choices or easy answers

I knew a girl once
I remember a girl from my past

There were splinters from her thoughts
She was struggling with inner turmoil and her mind was fragmented

Unless you knew a god
Unless you had some divine power, you couldn't help her

With kindness in her heart
Only someone with a genuinely empathetic heart could understand her

You're a dark one
You have a dark aura or disposition

With a knack for pushing boys off a cliff
You have a tendency to push people away or harm them

And the messy eyes of ink-splattered fits
Your eyes convey a sense of chaos and struggle

And it's all found in a page
All these complexities and inner battles exist within you and can be found in your writing

I need nothing more than my problems
I am content with just having my problems as they define me

Just let me know when you've found them
Notify me if you find my problems, as they are a part of me

You've got mirth and I've got snow hands
You have a lightness about you while I feel stuck in a place of nothingness

Eyes fell and haven't come up since
I've fallen into a state of despair and can't seem to get out of it

Mary
The name Mary is being used as a call to action, almost like a plea

Dare me, scare me
Challenge and frighten me

Oh Mary
Continuation of the plea or prayerful statement

I know a place out beyond these pines
I've found solace in a place far away from here

Where the sky falls down with the cumulus cries
It's a place where the sky and clouds feel closer to the earth and are able to interact with it

A winter song for a January type
This song is meant to represent the melancholy of winter and those who relate to it

I could tame my heart
I could calm my inner turmoil and find inner peace

I could blind my eyes
I could replace reality with a facade to make myself feel better

The river is an organ
The river is personified as an organ, giving it more depth and meaning

And the meadow is a church
The meadow invokes a sense of spiritual, holy ground

For a strange inclination
This is an abnormal obsession or proclivity

That fortune is a curse
Having wealth or success can often lead to negative consequences and burdens

I'm a cryptic writer
I have a harder time being transparent or genuine with my words, possibly concealing my true feelings

I'm an ignorant fool
I'm unaware of certain things or actions which may be harmful

I'm a poor excuse for poetry
I'm not great at poetry, or maybe I don't embody poetic ideals

Trying to play it cool
I'm attempting to hide my true emotions in order to be seen as laid-back or unbothered

You've got tact and I've got bravado
You're good at being gentle and tactful while I struggle with coming off as overly bold or brash

I'm a ghost and you are a shadow
I feel like I'm fading away or not fully present, while you feel more tangible or noticeable