I Am The Queens Of Comparison
The Rescue Lyrics


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I am a widow and I need a man to carry me
I'm sweating desperation
But you're too dim to pick up on it
It's like I'm standing underneath
The pink flamingo flashing
I will settle down with the first one who swoons me
I am the queen of comparison
So I will fuck you on my floor
In my room, at my door
We'll stain the sheets or wave our flag
But I know we'll never have what I once had with him
Sweep me off my feet and we'll saute our skin
On that dead boy's bed
I want to feel you fuck me
Because there wasn't much to feel anymore
(What if I told you
That you have the most
Beautiful friends in the world?
I don't think so)
With the soul stolen
Frame and magnet
On the fridge




My fucking canvas
That dead boy does not exist.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "I Am The Queen of Comparison" by The Rescue are raw, emotional, and dark. The song speaks to the human desire for love and intimacy, and how that desire can sometimes lead to desperation and irrational behavior. The first line of the song, "I am a widow and I need a man to carry me," sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics. The singer is vulnerable and seeking comfort, but at the same time, she is also struggling with deep loneliness.


The second line, "I'm sweating desperation," further emphasizes the singer's need for companionship. However, the next line, "But you're too dim to pick up on it," suggests that the singer is not getting the attention she desires. She feels like she is standing under a flashing pink flamingo, desperate for someone to notice her, but no one is paying her any attention.


The chorus, "I am the queen of comparison," reveals the singer's struggle with self-worth. She is constantly comparing herself to others and feels like she will never measure up. She is willing to settle down with the first person who shows interest in her, but she also knows that she will never have what she once had with someone else. The lines "Sweep me off my feet and we'll saute our skin on that dead boy's bed/I want to feel you fuck me because there wasn't much to feel anymore" are particularly haunting and suggest that the singer is still grieving for someone she has lost.


Line by Line Meaning

I am a widow and I need a man to carry me
I am lacking comfort and support from my past relationship and I yearn for someone new to fill that void.


I'm sweating desperation
I am consumed by a strong, urgent desire to have someone to be with.


But you're too dim to pick up on it
You are unaware of the intense emotions that I am feeling and the depth of my desperation.


It's like I'm standing underneath The pink flamingo flashing
I feel exposed and vulnerable, like I am being watched under the bright and gaudy lights of a public display.


I will settle down with the first one who swoons me
I will accept the first person who shows any interest in me and is able to make me feel wanted.


I am the queen of comparison
I constantly compare my current and past relationships and measure them against each other.


So I will fuck you on my floor In my room, at my door We'll stain the sheets or wave our flag
I will engage in sexual acts with you, but it will never be as significant or meaningful as my past experiences.


But I know we'll never have what I once had with him
I am aware that the connection and feelings I had with my past partner cannot be replicated or replaced.


Sweep me off my feet and we'll saute our skin On that dead boy's bed
Take me away and let's indulge in physical pleasure on a symbolic location representing my past partner's absence.


I want to feel you fuck me Because there wasn't much to feel anymore
I desire physical pleasure because my emotional attachment and fulfillment have been lost.


(What if I told you That you have the most Beautiful friends in the world? I don't think so)
I am skeptical of your positive affirmations and don't believe them to be genuine.


With the soul stolen Frame and magnet On the fridge My fucking canvas That dead boy does not exist.
I have a memento of my past partner on my fridge, but their soul and essence are gone and I am left with just a physical object.




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Levi Bailey

Proof that a band can do absolutely everything right musically and still not "make it". Cursive and Bright Eyes on Letterman and these guys couldn't get a break. I will never understand this.

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