Let's Make My First Accident My Last
The Morning Of Lyrics


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Hang yourself like I've hung on to every word you've ever said.

Take those times in your car when you'd be dressed to kill on the way to see the stars held in your palm but never let out for me to view and replace them with that night out on your porch. This time I'm dressed to kill and we're killing time wishing it was each other. And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down (Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast. Let's make my first accident my last.) on desolate shelf in your room, I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon

Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away and then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across these purple moutain majesties, torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of distain.

Still hung over from the present and the past. Intoxication never lasts. All good things in life come to an end. And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut. They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me, this unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction? Was it fiction?
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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Morning Of's song "Let's Make My First Accident My Last" are filled with emotion and introspection. The first line, "Hang yourself like I've hung on to every word you've ever said", suggests that the singer has invested a lot of themselves in someone who hasn't reciprocated that level of commitment. This is further emphasized when the singer describes a time when their partner was "dressed to kill" but didn't share that moment with them. Instead, they find themselves wishing they were with each other on a different night.


The second verse suggests that the singer has tried to move on by "moving to the other coast 3,000 miles away". However, they still feel haunted by the past and uncertain about what was real and what was fiction. The chorus, "Let's make my first accident my last", seems to imply a desire to take a risk and shake things up in their life. Perhaps this is a call to their partner to take a chance with them or a plea to themselves to break free from the cycle of disappointment and regret.


Overall, the song highlights the pain and confusion that can come from unrequited love and the struggle to move on. The imagery of burning "amber waves of distain" and the use of a car accident as a metaphor for a drastic change suggest a longing for something different and a willingness to take a risk to get there.


Line by Line Meaning

Hang yourself like I've hung on to every word you've ever said.
Hold on to your words like a noose around my neck.


Take those times in your car when you'd be dressed to kill on the way to see the stars held in your palm but never let out for me to view and replace them with that night out on your porch. This time I'm dressed to kill and we're killing time wishing it was each other.
Replace your hidden moments with me with a night out where we both wish we were together.


And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down (Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast. Let's make my first accident my last.) on desolate shelf in your room, I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon
If I had a dime for every time I felt worthless to you, I'd be rich and wishing you'd leave.


Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away and then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across these purple mountain majesties, torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of disdain.
I'll move 3,000 miles away and sing to show I'm moving on, ready to destroy my negative feelings.


Still hung over from the present and the past. Intoxication never lasts. All good things in life come to an end. And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut. They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me, this unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction? Was it fiction?
Haunted by memories and truth, everything comes to an end, and I'm left unsure of what was real and what was not.


Chorus
Repeating chorus.




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