Liquid
isabella fortuna Lyrics
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Seeping through the cracks
I'm turning inward
Something that I lack
So very vulnerable
Like a paper plane
I′m light and foldable
Like a piece of clay
My organs wrap themselves around my bones
In my stomach I resist the sweeter warmth of the nectar
You know that I'm infected
Can′t handle the rejection, reconnect in retrospection
The boy next door stares at me with glossy eyes
He sees through the mask of all my lies
And with dried lips, I open up my mouth
A hundred million galaxies come leaking out
I′m made of liquid (I'm made of liquid)
Spreading like disease
I′m turning inward (I'm turning inward)
Buckled at my knees
One with the concrete (one with the concrete)
Bound by my bare feet
So misunderstood
Mama said I′m individual
So when did I become so artificial?
I wanna take psychology
But just to find out what the fuck is wrong with me
My spirit leaves my body
I'm soft and slow like honey
Eyes glued shut from sleep paralysis
All of a sudden everything is so irrelevant
I′m made of liquid
The song "Liquid" by Isabella Fortuna is about the vulnerability of the human condition and the struggle to find one's true identity. The lyrics suggest that the singer is made of liquid, seeping through the cracks and turning inward, indicating a feeling of fluidity and uncertainty. The vulnerability of the singer is further emphasized through the comparison to a paper plane that is light, foldable, and soft.
The second verse of the song explores the theme of rejection and the singer's inability to handle it. The line "Can't handle the rejection, reconnect in retrospection" suggests that the singer struggles with self-reflection and finds it difficult to confront their own insecurities. The boy next door represents an outside perspective that sees through the singer's lies and reveals their true self. The final line of the verse "A hundred million galaxies come leaking out" symbolizes the magnitude of emotions that are bottled up inside the singer.
The chorus of the song repeats the idea of being made of liquid but adds the metaphor of spreading like a disease. The singer is turning inward and feels bound by society's expectations, leading to a sense of being misunderstood. The final verse reflects on the struggle to find one's identity and the desire to understand oneself better. The singer's spirit leaves their body and they become soft and slow like honey, indicating a sense of peace and acceptance.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm made of liquid
I am fluid, constantly changing and adapting to my environment
Seeping through the cracks
I am permeable, and my emotions and experiences are leaking out of me
I'm turning inward
I am introspective, searching for something within myself
Something that I lack
I am feeling a sense of emptiness or inadequacy
So very vulnerable
I am easily hurt or harmed, and I am exposed to the world
Like a paper plane
I am light and delicate, like a paper airplane
I'm light and foldable
I am flexible and can be molded to fit different situations
Like a piece of clay
I am malleable and can be shaped into something new
My organs wrap themselves around my bones
My physical body is a protective shell for my internal organs
In my stomach I resist the sweeter warmth of the nectar
I am struggling to resist temptations or pleasures that might harm me
You know that I'm infected
I am aware that I am carrying something negative or harmful, like a disease
Can?t handle the rejection, reconnect in retrospection
I am struggling with rejection and trying to find a way to reconnect with my past
The boy next door stares at me with glossy eyes
Someone close to me is looking at me with affection or longing
He sees through the mask of all my lies
The person looking at me can see beyond the facade I have built
And with dried lips, I open up my mouth
I am hesitant or nervous to speak my truth
A hundred million galaxies come leaking out
When I do speak, I reveal a vast universe within me that has been hidden
Spreading like disease
My influence is contagious and affecting those around me
Buckled at my knees
I am feeling overwhelmed and unable to stand strong
One with the concrete
I am grounded in reality and connected to the earth
Bound by my bare feet
I am constrained by my own limitations and insecurities
So misunderstood
I am often misinterpreted or not fully understood by others
Mama said I?m individual
My mother taught me to embrace my uniqueness
So when did I become so artificial?
I am questioning whether I have lost touch with my true self and become fake or superficial
I wanna take psychology
I am interested in understanding the human mind and behavior
But just to find out what the fuck is wrong with me
I am seeking answers for my own personal struggles or issues
My spirit leaves my body
I am experiencing an out-of-body sensation or detachment
I'm soft and slow like honey
I am feeling calm and peaceful, like honey flowing slowly
Eyes glued shut from sleep paralysis
I am experiencing a temporary inability to move or speak during sleep
All of a sudden everything is so irrelevant
I am realizing that many things that once seemed important are now insignificant to me
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