Tumblr
Jake Aarons Lyrics
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I'm scrolling Tumblr feed
Waiting for your post
That might be about me
I've been up all night
And no post to be found
Are you awake?
Are you asleep?Still waiting
Blue bit at the end
Love in pastel colors and
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
But this part of me
Was killing me
Yeah, it's killing me
Yeah, yeah
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
But this part of me
Was killing me
Yeah, it's killing me
So fuck it!
Reblogging and
Hoping you will see
What I cannot say
And is living inside of me
Are you awake?
Are you asleep?
Still waiting
Are you awake?
Are you asleep?
Still waiting
Still waiting
Blue bit at the end
Love in pastel colors and
But this part of me
Was killing me
Yeah, it's killing me
Yeah, yeah
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
But this part of me
Was killing me
Yeah, it's killing me
So fuck it!
Fuck what used to be
That part of me
Was killing me
Yeah killing me
Yeah, yeah
Fuck what used to be
That part of me
Was killing me
Yeah killing me
So fuck it!
So fuck it...
The lyrics of Jake Aarons's song "Tumblr" reflect the restless and consuming nature of modern-day digital obsessions and unrequited emotions. The singer begins by expressing their inability to sleep, indicative of their restless mind and yearning for connection. The act of scrolling through Tumblr serves as a form of escapism and a way to pass the time, all while eagerly anticipating a post from someone they are fixated on. The mention of waiting for a post that "might be about me" hints at a sense of longing and hope for acknowledgment or recognition from the person of interest.
As the singer continues scrolling through posts, there is a sense of disappointment and frustration as they find no mention of themselves. The repeated question of whether the person is awake or asleep suggests a longing for connection and uncertainty about the status of their relationship. The imagery of "Blue bit at the end" and "Love in pastel colors" alludes to the dreamy and whimsical aesthetic often associated with Tumblr, contrasting with the underlying emotions of longing and brokenness.
The mention of "Broken lost souls, where I used to be" reflects on a past state of vulnerability and emotional turmoil that the singer has experienced. There is a recognition that holding onto this part of themselves is detrimental and "killing" them emotionally. This realization triggers a shift in attitude, as the singer decides to let go and say "So fuck it!" The act of reblogging and hoping the person will see what they cannot say speaks to the complexities of communication and the desire for emotional connection in a digital age.
The repeated refrain of "Are you awake? Are you asleep? Still waiting" underscores the uncertainty and longing that pervades the singer's thoughts. The decision to let go of the past and embrace a sense of release and defiance with the repeated exclamation of "So fuck it!" signifies a turning point in the narrative. The acknowledgment that holding onto past pain and longing is detrimental is a powerful realization, leading to a sense of liberation and empowerment in saying goodbye to what was once consuming them.
Line by Line Meaning
I can't sleep
Rest eludes me, my mind is restless.
I'm scrolling Tumblr feed
I'm endlessly browsing through my Tumblr dashboard.
Waiting for your post
I am anticipating a message or update from you.
That might be about me
Hoping to find a hint or mention that connects to my existence.
I've been up all night
The hours have passed without any sleep, lost in thought.
And no post to be found
Despite my search, there's nothing new to discover.
Are you awake?
I wonder if you are also thinking of me.
Are you asleep?
Or perhaps you are lost in your own dreams, unaware of my thoughts.
Still waiting
I find myself in a state of anticipation that never seems to end.
Blue bit at the end
A sad feeling lingers, perhaps symbolized by the colors I see.
Love in pastel colors and
Beautiful memories of love painted softly in my mind.
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
Reflections of pain and confusion that once defined my identity.
But this part of me
Yet, I recognize that a faction of my being remains trapped.
Was killing me
This state of being consumes my energy and spirit.
Yeah, it's killing me
The toll it takes is profound and undeniable.
Yeah, yeah
Emphasizing the weight of my feelings.
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
A repeated reminder of a past filled with despair.
But this part of me
Still acknowledging that fragment of my essence.
Was killing me
A recurrent struggle that has been wearing me down.
Yeah, it's killing me
The pain echoes loud and clear in my thoughts.
So fuck it!
I reach a breaking point of frustration and determination.
Reblogging and
I am sharing and reposting as a means of expressing myself.
Hoping you will see
Yearning for you to notice my messages hidden within.
What I cannot say
There are words trapped inside that I cannot vocalize.
And is living inside of me
These unsaid feelings exist internally, weighing heavily.
Are you awake?
Once again, questioning if you share in this moment of reflection.
Are you asleep?
Or are you oblivious to the chaos in our hearts?
Still waiting
Continuing my vigil, stranded in this loop of anticipation.
Are you awake?
The question arises yet again, echoing my desires.
Are you asleep?
Imagining your peaceful slumber, while my thoughts race on.
Still waiting
A cyclic state, perpetually trapped in expecting something more.
Still waiting
Reiterating the frustrating stasis I find myself in.
Blue bit at the end
Remnants of sadness still linger in my emotional landscape.
Love in pastel colors and
The tender memories of affection still resonate within.
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
Echoing the lost pieces of myself that I cannot ignore.
But this part of me
Addressing the ongoing battle within my psyche.
Was killing me
Acknowledging that this internal struggle is destructive.
Yeah, it's killing me
Reiterating the gravity of my emotional pain.
Yeah, yeah
Affirming my feelings and the depths of my turmoil.
Broken lost souls, where I used to be
A final reflection on the shadows of my former self.
But this part of me
The lingering fragments of my identity come to the surface.
Was killing me
An acknowledgment of the ongoing pain I endure.
Yeah, it's killing me
The pain continues to resonate within my heart.
So fuck it!
I resolve to let go of the past that binds me.
Fuck what used to be
Dismissal of previous experiences and definitions of self.
That part of me
Recognizing the fragments of my old self that persist.
Was killing me
Acceptance of the harm that those remnants cause.
Yeah killing me
Affirming the destructiveness of what once was.
Yeah, yeah
Emphasizing the intense emotion behind my declarations.
Fuck what used to be
Reiterating my desire to move beyond the past.
That part of me
Identifying the remnants of my history that still linger.
Was killing me
Coming to terms with the level of pain I have endured.
Yeah killing me
Affirming the ongoing struggle with this hopelessness.
So fuck it!
I declare my intention to break free from these chains.
So fuck it...
Finally surrendering to the need for liberation from my past.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Jake Aarons
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