This song is about the humanhood one shares with other people who feel like complete shit a lot of their lives. It's loosely based on a set of instances with varying friends who suffer from depression, and is a semi-anecdotal song.
When you told me of your thoughts, I didn’t know what to say
All I knew is that I just wanted them to go away
As we sat in your kitchen, my hands on yours
You said the home in your head didn’t have any windows or doors.
It hurt me most, because I knew just how you felt
I always dreamed of happiness, but i didn’t know how it was spelt
We crossed streets, still hand in hand
Desperately I tried to keep the conversation flowing
for what little good it would do, your insides so bland
a fact we both tried to keep from knowing
And we parted ways, and I hugged you close
I worried what you might do while I was away
I hoped for the best, trying not to presuppose
the worst and ruin the rest of my day
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