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Self-harm, suicidal themes, drug reference, mild profanity
Detailed Analysis
These lyrics deal with heavy emotional and psychological themes including what appears to be a friend's struggle with suicidal ideation or self-harm ('fade to some place I wasn't brave enough to go,' 'not your soul and what He might do with it,' cigarette burns on hands). There is one instance of profanity ('Fuck off'). References to being high suggest drug use. The overall tone is one of regret, emotional distance, and concern for a friend's mental health crisis. Religious existential dread is woven throughout. There is no sexual content. The song handles serious mental health subject matter with nuance and empathy, but the themes of self-harm, possible suicide, existential fear, and substance use make it more suitable for older teens who have the emotional maturity to process such content.
Themes
mental health
self-harm
friendship
existential dread
drug use
profanity
Lyrics
I can't recall the last time that we talked About anything but looking out for cops We got cigarette burns in the same side of our hands, we ain't friends We're just morons, who broke skin in the same spot But I've never seen you take a turn that wide And I'm high enough to still care if I die So I tried to read the thoughts that you'd worked overtime to stop You said, "Fuck off," and I said nothin' for a while You know I think about you all the time And my deep misunderstanding of your life And how bad it must have been for you back then And how hard it was to keep it all inside I hope you settlе down, I hope you marry rich I hope you're scarеd of only ordinary shit Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin And not your soul and what He might do with it You inched yourself across the great divide While we drove aimlessly along the Twin State line I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play While you swore to God the singer read your mind But the world is scared of hesitating things Yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing And I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair It was to stare ahead like everything was fine You know I think about you all the time And my deep misunderstanding of your life And how bad it must have been for you back then And how hard it was to keep it all inside I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich (Oh-oh) I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit (Oh-oh) Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin (Oh-oh) And not your soul and what He might do with it Ah-oh Rage, in small ways Did you wish that I could know That you'd fade to some place I wasn't brave enough to go? I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin And not your soul and what He might do with it Ah (Ah), woah Ah Ah, Lord Ah I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next Or about your soul and what He might do with it
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Analysis performed on September 7, 2026