Retriever
The Movement Lyrics

Spit out my drink on the shelf
I forcefully expelled the liquid I was consuming onto a surface in the room

Think to myself
Engaging in internal reflection and contemplation

What is left
What remains or exists in my current situation

Is there anything else
Is there any additional thing or aspect to consider

Hang up my belt
Putting away or no longer using a piece of clothing that holds my pants in place

How I felt doesn't matter
The emotions or sentiments I experienced hold no significance

I melt
I am becoming liquid or losing my solidity

I'm wet batter
I have transformed into a moist mixture of ingredients used in cooking or baking

I'm sweltering hot
I am extremely uncomfortable and excessively warm

But I'm not what I thought
Contrary to my previous assumptions or expectations

The plot thickens then rots
The storyline becomes more complex and intriguing before decaying or deteriorating

Not the pick of the lot
Not the best or most desirable option among a group

Flick at my watch
Gently snap or tap my wristwatch

Ticking them off like seconds
Marking off items or tasks in a sequential manner, similar to counting seconds

And then I cough
Suddenly expelling air from my lungs due to irritation or illness

The trough of liquor down in my belly
The quantity of alcoholic beverages consumed residing in my stomach

Smelly with sauce
Having an unpleasant odor or aroma due to the liquid toppings or condiments

I'm jealous with thoughts
Experiencing envy or resentment while having various ideas or opinions

Awkward, I tell us aloft
Feeling uncomfortable or socially inept while conveying our feelings or ideas upwards

Baby I'm trying to be good
Darling, I am making an effort to behave morally or virtuously

Maybe I'm tying my hood tighter
Perhaps I am fastening the hood of my clothing more securely

A fighter flicking my lighter at petrified wood
As a combatant, I ignite my lighter near fossilized wood, displaying my defiance or aggression

Maybe I'm misunderstood
Possibly, I am not correctly comprehended or interpreted by others

Burning and pissing in soot
Setting fire to and urinating on the black residue produced by combustion

Lazy but kicking my foot
Lacking motivation or energy, yet forcefully striking my foot against something

Skating on thin ice and mud
Engaging in risky or precarious situations and conditions

Debating to weather the flood
Contemplating whether to endure or resist the overwhelming and destructive force

Hating
Experiencing strong dislike or animosity

No better than God wasting a litter of dogs
No more morally upright than a divine being senselessly destroying a group of puppies

I bite them then spit and applaud
I sink my teeth into them, only to quickly expel and applaud the results

Writing a letter of fraud
Crafting a written communication containing deceit or deception

To my mom, my sister then long gone
Addressing the fraudulent letter to my mother and sister who have already departed

I'm wrong
I am incorrect or mistaken in my actions or beliefs

I don't belong to this planet I'm on
I do not feel connected or suited to the society or world I currently inhabit

God it's just so easy to point my finger and leave
Dear God, it is effortless to accuse and depart from a situation without facing the consequences

But don't let this place get the best of me
However, please prevent this environment from overpowering or defeating my spirit

Cause it's just
Because the reality is

I've got one thing I need to retrieve
I possess a single item or aspect that I must regain or recover

Don't let this place get the best of me
Do not allow this location to dominate or control my actions and emotions

Now I'm in a spot I've never known
Presently, I find myself in an unfamiliar and unprecedented situation

I thought I was grown
I believed that I had matured or become an adult

Thought I just guessed I could hold my own
Assumed or speculated that I could independently manage or handle myself

So I left me alone
Consequently, I isolated or distanced myself from my own being

Started to sleep on my throne
Commenced resting or reclining on my symbolic seat of power or authority

Home is a drink and a cone
My place of comfort or familiarity consists of an alcoholic beverage and a conical object

Can't even think and atone
Unable to engage in introspection and make amends for my actions

Won't even blink at the phone
Choosing not to even flinch or react when the telephone rings

Sorry I have to be here
Regretful or apologetic about my presence in this location

Couldn't just pass up the fear
Unable to disregard or ignore the feeling of apprehension or anxiety

Willing to give it my all to fall and laugh at the tears
Readily prepared to exert maximum effort, even if it results in failure, and derive amusement from the ensuing tears

Years just passing me by
Time is progressing and elapsing while I remain stagnant or unchanging

Bye to my life and my pride
Farewell to my existence and self-respect

Why do I try
What is the purpose or motivation behind my attempts

I'll just get high and stifle the fight
I will simply become intoxicated and suppress the urge to resist or confront

If I could take back what drove me mad
If it were possible to retrieve or undo the cause of my insanity or anger

I wouldn't take back the bad
I would not reverse or erase the negative experiences or circumstances

The greatest times that I had went with them
The most enjoyable moments of my life occurred while in their presence

And even that alone is enough
Even the mere existence of those memories is sufficient

Stuff the s*** up inside
Forcefully push the unpleasant things deep within myself

Puff then poof
Inhale smoke and then disappear or vanish suddenly

It goes away like vision at night
It dissipates similar to the fading of sight during darkness

Pardon me I'd give my right nut
Excuse me, I would willingly sacrifice my right testicle

To cut some of these scenes from this bloody debut
In order to remove certain events or moments from this chaotic and violent introduction

Strut then run at my dreams
Confidently walk and then sprint towards my aspirations

Seems my dreams are all I need
It appears that my aspirations are the sole requirement for my contentment and fulfillment