Was A Ghost
Seven Mary Three Lyrics
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Who talks just like it knows
Everything about, the road that we went down
As it underlines
Everything I kept, I know inside
My mind is numb,
A counterfeit my nerve
And tell me are you sick
And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth
I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew
Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs
That I've collected every day that you're not here
Another closet of busted up skeleton bones
Chasing off your ghost
Books stacked three stories high
Between the pages they will find
Picture of you
Am I in them too?
Scar shaped souvenirs
Something in the sound
Of car wheels at night
On a straight shot black-top road
Where I thought I'd find
The ghost I used to know
It's all in my head
I never said I'd want to see you again
But that ghost was me
And who I used to be
I can't let it go
I won't let it go
Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs
That I've collected every day that you're not here
Another closet of busted up skeleton bones
Bones
Your bones
The lyrics of Seven Mary Three's song Was A Ghost provide a powerful image of the unseen burden of past memories and how they can haunt someone to the point of feeling like a ghost. The song begins with the singer acknowledging the presence of a ghost in his house, a ghost that talks as if it knows everything about the road they went down. The ghost serves as a metaphor for the past and the memories that haunt the singer's mind. The repeated line "everything I kept, I know inside" suggests that the memories are very vivid and present, even if they are not visible to others.
The lyrics further delve into the emotional state of the singer. The line "my mind is numb, a counterfeit my nerve" communicates a sense of being trapped and stifled by the memories. The singer then asks if the ghost is sick of haunting him like this, indicating a desire to move on and let go of the past. The line "R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth" implies that the memories and experiences may have become distorted over time, adding to the feeling of being haunted.
The chorus of the song utilizes the imagery of suitcases and closets filled with "scar-shaped souvenirs" and "busted up skeleton bones." These lines highlight the weight and pain of memories, comparing them to physical objects that are collected and piled up over time. The singer faces the challenge of dealing with these memories when the person who is associated with them is not present.
The second half of the song reflects on a search for the ghost that the singer used to know, searching for it on a lonely blacktop road at night. Finally, the singer realizes that the ghost was himself and who he used to be. He cannot let go of the past, represented by the suitcase of memories and the closet of bones, yet he refuses to be haunted by them.
Line by Line Meaning
There was a ghost, here in my house
The house seems haunted by the memories of someone who is no longer there
Who talks just like it knows
The memories seem very vivid, as if they still have control over the singer
Everything about, the road that we went down
The memories are about the journey the singer and the other person took together
As it underlines
The memories seem to highlight important moments and details of the journey
Everything I kept, I know inside
The artist is burdened by the memories and can't escape them
My mind is numb,
The memories have caused the singer to feel emotionally exhausted
A counterfeit my nerve
The singer is trying to hide their feelings as they are ashamed of them
And tell me are you sick
The artist challenges the other person to think about how they made them feel
Of haunting me like this?
The artist feels like the other person is haunting them through their memories
And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth
The artist feels like the other person's side of the story is corroded and unreliable
I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew
The singer has created a distance between themselves and their friends because of their obsession with the memories
Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs
The memories are like scars that remind the artist of the pain they endured
That I've collected every day that you're not here
The memories have become the singer's only company ever since the other person left
Another closet of busted up skeleton bones
The memories are like the remains of a broken relationship
Chasing off your ghost
The singer is trying to forget the memories and move on from the past
Books stacked three stories high
Books symbolize chapters of life, and the artist has a lot of them
Between the pages they will find
The books hold memories that the artist has collected over time
Picture of you
The person the singer is trying to forget
Am I in them too?
The singer wonders if they are still part of the other person's story
Scar shaped souvenirs
The memories are like scars that the artist can't seem to get rid of
Something in the sound
The sound of passing cars reminds the artist of something
Of car wheels at night
The sound of the car wheels at night is very specific
On a straight shot black-top road
The memory is of a straight path and the journey that the singer and the other person took together
Where I thought I'd find
The artist had hoped to find something but ended up encountering the same memories
The ghost I used to know
The memories are like a ghost of the person the singer used to know
It's all in my head
The singer realizes that the memories are a construct of their own mind
I never said I'd want to see you again
The singer acknowledges that they don't want to see the other person again
But that ghost was me
The artist realizes that the 'ghost' they were chasing is actually themselves
And who I used to be
The memories remind the artist of their former self
I can't let it go
The memories have become a part of the singer, and they can't forget them
I won't let it go
The singer has decided to hold on to the memories, no matter how painful they are
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Aceanioop
One of my alltime favorite songs, from 7m3, or anyone else for that matter.
jacob waller
great band vary under rated
Ace Alexander
Amazing.
Ryan Vaubel
Agree very underrated band. Anyone know if they are still going?
Jaxson G
No they are not