The Fall

The Fall
I remember when you slipped away
Like, sand inside the pocket, couldn't stop it once it started
Babe, sex went from a blessing to a phase
A formless expressive, plastic
Slanted, broken, bent and fitted wrong
A slo-mo incision, you're vicious
I miss when you were my favorite song
Now I don't know the lyrics anymore

And I know we're both better off
Even though it doesn't feel that way at all
When a new one does come along
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall
Wicker from the candles you would burn
I still smell your cigarettes in all my favorite shirts
But, just another lesson I should learn
A game for the reckless, Tetris
Battleship is sunk, I'm drunk and high
My head's desecrated
My heart is still alive
I wore out all my welcomes
I'm done with being selfish
And I know we're both better off
Even though it doesn't feel that way at all
When a new one does come along
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall
And I know we're both better off
Even though it doesn't feel that way at all
When a new one does come along
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall

En 'The Fall' de Bryce Vine, la melodía nos sumerge en la nostalgia de un amor que se desvaneció como la arena entre los dedos. La letra describe cómo la relación pasó de ser un regalo a convertirse en una fase pasajera, como una estructura plástica y desgarbada que ya no encaja correctamente...