Forgetiquette
Vendetta Red Lyrics


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Half a pack of cigarettes
Mostly broke or bent
I think of cancer as
I put one to my cracked lips
That long to slake this poison lust
Voices spin and resonate inside
This old phone booth shelters me
From these lonely streets
If only God would grant me strength
To call you
Just three words could help me
Slake this poison lust
Esoteric memory
You're an eyesore now
Grab your handle
Twist your blade
Deep in my wound

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The White Knuckled album is complete. It's other songs are posted elsewhere.

Overall Meaning

In Vendetta Red's song Forgetiquette, the lyrics paint a picture of someone who is struggling with addiction to cigarettes and a yearning for someone they cannot have. The opening lines describe a person who is down on their luck, only having half a pack of cigarettes and most of them being damaged in some way. Despite knowing the dangers of smoking and how it can lead to cancer, the singer puts a cigarette to their lips, succumbing to their addiction. The voices inside their head spin and resonate, perhaps representing the internal struggle and conflict they are facing.


The singer is in a phone booth, seeking shelter from the lonely streets. They wish for the strength to call the person they desire, and believe that just three words from them could help quench their desire for the poisons that haunt them. The lyrics take a turn with the mention of an "esoteric memory," implying that the person they seek may be a distant memory, or someone they can never truly have. The final lines of the song depict a violent image, with the singer urging their tormentor to "twist their blade deep in my wound," perhaps representing a willingness to endure pain or suffering in order to be free from their addiction and longing.


Overall, Forgetiquette is a powerful and emotional song that explores themes of addiction, longing, and desperation. The lyrics are open to interpretation, but they paint a vivid picture of someone who is struggling with inner demons and seeking a reprieve from their struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

Half a pack of cigarettes
I have only smoked half the pack of cigarettes, showing how little money I have.


Mostly broke or bent
The remaining cigarettes in the pack are mostly broken or bent, making it even harder to satisfy my craving.


I think of cancer as
Despite knowing the risks of smoking, I choose to ignore them and indulge in my addiction.


I put one to my cracked lips
With little regard for my own well-being, I light up a cigarette and put it in my mouth.


That long to slake this poison lust
The addiction to nicotine is strong, and I crave the toxic substance even though I know it's harmful to my body.


Voices spin and resonate inside
My anxious thoughts and inner demons plague my mind, making it difficult to make decisions.


This old phone booth shelters me
The only refuge I can find from the loneliness and despair of the world is a dilapidated phone booth.


From these lonely streets
I wander the streets alone with only my thoughts to accompany me.


If only God would grant me strength
I feel helpless in my addiction, and I wish for a higher power to give me the strength to overcome it.


To call you
I desperately want to reach out to someone for help or support, but I am too scared to try.


Just three words could help me
All I need are three words of comfort or reassurance to make me feel better in my distress.


Slake this poison lust
If I could quench my desires for nicotine, I could finally break free from this self-destructive habit.


Esoteric memory
The memory of you is obscure and confusing, making it hard for me to sort through my emotions.


You're an eyesore now
The thought of you now brings me pain and disgust, even though I once held you dear.


Grab your handle
I want to take control of the situation and confront my negative emotions head-on.


Twist your blade
I am willing to inflict pain upon myself to rid myself of the emotional turmoil I am experiencing.


Deep in my wound
The emotional distress feels like a physical wound that I can't escape from until I completely rid myself of this addiction.




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