Possession
Lover! Lyrics
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to the place i have built as my fear-fort. take this
away and i have no one to hope for, no reason to wait
through the winter's sad discourse. no moon-like escape
when the night needs a light source. the look on your
face when you loved what i stood for. your smell and
your taste like a note on the front door. a letter to
say i miss those sad arms of yours. so i lay in my room
body discover why so many choose to lay with a lover.
because just when you think you're getting well you see
the ring around your heart is held by some sillouette
turned to walk away but you can tell had a lovely face.
remember the days when you stayed here long before i
had to erase all the pictures of horses you'd drawn on
the space between my night stand and headboard? so what
now, arrange in disappointment order old lovers' names
as a decorative border on a window pane while the days
just grow shorter? or are they the same and it's me
that grows colder? like a one kid army of the good
witch, all alone i raise my fist at night on my bike
around your neighborhood and shout, "make me pure, make
my heart good." well a vigil today is held in an
airport to remember and save a love that could not work
and that beautiful face i never did deserve. and the
ferns died away, the ones that we planted, too many
mistakes in the care that they wanted. just their
skeletons remain now the garden is haunted. and i'm
wasting away in Georgia but thank god New England's far
away, Massachusetts i once loved you but there's a
whole group of states now i dont want to set foot upon
where i found your diary's list of all the things you
never did that attic full of feelings hid when you were
such a shy kid. in bed do you lay under an afghan
humming and wait to find if the day ends without a
massive array of self-deprications? oh no wait, no it's
me who does that. oh no wait, wait it's me who does
that.
In "Possession," Lover! paints a picture of a deeply emotional struggle with loss and abandonment. The singer characterizes their emotional connections as a form of possession, highlighting the extent to which the relationships they hold dear and the memories they cherish have given meaning to life. The lyrics explore the deep sense of emptiness that is left behind when someone we hold dear is no longer in our lives, and the difficulty of finding ways to fill that void. The singer is consumed by the fear of losing these connections and the people who surround them, and losing the hope that is embodied in the promise of connection.
Throughout the lyrics, the singer imagines a different life, one in which they are free of the experiences and people that have shaped their life. They conjure up images of a world outside of their own, where they might find relief and escape from the pain they feel. However, the futility of these dreams becomes clear as the lyrics continue, showing us a person unable to let go of what has been lost.
The song's lyrics are deep and emotive, with the imagery used to convey a sense of profound sadness and loss. They are a testament to Lover!'s skill as a songwriter, capturing the complex emotions that arise from the struggle of dealing with the past and moving forward with our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
if you take this away i have no one to escort my fears
Without this person, I have no one to talk to about my fears and anxieties.
to the place i have built as my fear-fort. take this
away and i have no one to hope for, no reason to wait
through the winter's sad discourse.
This person helps me find comfort in dealing with my fears and anxieties, without them I have no one to hope for and nothing to look forward to during hard times.
no moon-like escape
when the night needs a light source. the look on your
face when you loved what i stood for. your smell and
your taste like a note on the front door.
This person provides comfort during difficult times, like a moon shining in the dark. The memory of this person's smile, scent and taste provide comfort and remind me of the good times we had together.
a letter to
say i miss those sad arms of yours. so i lay in my room
and i dream of the colors that make water move and a
body discover why so many choose to lay with a lover.
I miss the comfort of being in this person's arms. As I dream, I think of the beauty of water moving and how the body can discover the pleasures of being with a lover.
because just when you think you're getting well you see
the ring around your heart is held by some sillouette
turned to walk away but you can tell had a lovely face.
As I thought I was getting better, I realize that I am still hurting from this person's departure. Even though they left, I cannot forget the memories we created together and the beauty of their face.
remember the days when you stayed here long before i
had to erase all the pictures of horses you'd drawn on
the space between my night stand and headboard?
I remember the time we shared before I had to let go of this person. I still miss the drawings they made on the space between my nightstand and headboard.
or are they the same and it's me
that grows colder? like a one kid army of the good
witch, all alone i raise my fist at night on my bike
around your neighborhood and shout, "make me pure, make
my heart good."
As time passes, I question if the days are truly getting shorter or if it's just my perception getting colder. I feel alone, like a one kid army, and I yearn for purity and goodness in my heart.
well a vigil today is held in an
airport to remember and save a love that could not work
and that beautiful face i never did deserve.
Others hold a vigil to commemorate the love that ended. I realize the beauty of this person's face and that I did not deserve their love.
just their
skeletons remain now the garden is haunted. and i'm
wasting away in Georgia but thank god New England's far
away, Massachusetts i once loved you but there's a
whole group of states now i dont want to set foot upon
where i found your diary's list of all the things you
never did that attic full of feelings hid when you were
such a shy kid.
The garden we once created together is now haunted, and all that remains are skeletons. I feel like I am wasting away in Georgia, but I am glad that New England is far away. Massachusetts, a state I once loved, now holds painful memories of finding out things from this person's diary that they never shared with me when they were a shy child.
in bed do you lay under an afghan
humming and wait to find if the day ends without a
massive array of self-deprications? oh no wait, no it's
me who does that. oh no wait, wait it's me who does
that.
I wonder if this person is also struggling in bed, waiting for the day to end without too much self-deprecation. Then I remember that it is not them, but me who has these struggles.
Contributed by Joseph S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.