Roughing up our minds so weвЂ™re ready when the kill time comes We gladiate but I guess weвЂ™re really fighting ourselves Tired little laughs, gold lie promises, weвЂ™ll always win at this The sunвЂ™s starting to light up when weвЂ™re walking home No-one вЂ™round hereвЂ™s good at keeping their eyes closed IвЂ™m kind of older than I was when I reveled without a care IвЂ™m kind of over gettinвЂ™ told to throw my hands up in the air The men up on the news, they try to tell us all that we will loseД«ut itвЂ™s so easy in this blue, where everything is good So now we live beside the pool, where everything is good Grasping the true complexity of childhood nostalgia at 16? Damn, girl.Д®xplosions on TV, and all the girls with heads inside a dream Moved вЂ™round our heads (moved вЂ™round our heads) How all the thoughts (how all the thoughts) Going off of being apathetic, if you feel nothing- what is there to be afraid of? We think weвЂ™ve seen it all, so little shocks and scares us these days.

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

WeвЂ™re hollow like the bottles that we drain At least, thatвЂ™s what society is trying to breed in us. ItвЂ™s cool to seem like you find everything passe. HavenвЂ™t you heard? ItвЂ™s cool to be numb and uninformed. WeвЂ™re so happy, even when weвЂ™re smilinвЂ™ out of fearДЄnyone who says apathy isnвЂ™t the new black has seriously been unplugged from media for the past five years or so. Very touching.ItвЂ™s a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah) They're both getting older, and drifting apart. She wants it back, the times they had, the thoughts they both thought. And therefore, friendship ends, and it hurts, and all you want is those days back. We would laugh at stupid things, our hearts filled.ДЄnd yet, that will never be enough, for them. Often I felt as if my friend was the only one I had, and the only one I needed, as I'd shared a lot, more than I have with anyone else, with this person.Дuring summer when we'd have sleepovers we'd share a bed, like little kids. This passage makes me think of how you want your old friend back, the old times and how you used to interact with each other. Recently we've grown apart, on account of many things, but one of them is that they have feelings for me that I do not reciprocate. My InterpretationAside from the lovers part of this song, it reminds me a lot of my best friend and I. But I get the feeling she's fallen in love with said friend since childhood, and the friendship 'will never be enough'. She also remembers probably having sleepovers with them and sharing the bed with them, laughing so hard 'our ribs get tough'. She sees her best, closest friend at the party, and realizes all these people hear mean nothing to her, and that person is the only friend she needs. She wants her childhood and childhood fantasies back, because now that she's grown up a bit she realized what life is really like and she doesn't want to. I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em'

Suddenly, the party doesn't seem as fun as it once did, and she realizes how alone she is, and how scared she is of having adult responsibility. She sees all the people talking about their crazy, teen partying lifestyles and how they make it seem so amazing and how they wish they could live all the time. Her mom and dad are away, and so she takes advantage of it by having a party, but doesn't know how she feels about doing so. My Interpretation'The drink you spilt all over me Kind of like involuntarily falling out of love for a person, and just focusing on the good times they had, and telling yourself it would get better, but knowing it won't since getting older has changed her. In comes the part of convincing herself otherwise. She doesn't feel the same for them like she did before, and she doesn't like she feels that way. But she can only think of how she felt towards them when they were kids (laughing, sharing beds). Yet here, it seems like she's trying to convince herself that the only person she needs is her (possible) significant other. She obviously doesn't want to get old her, and says she's NEVER felt more alone. She's realizing that she's not getting any younger, and it's scary to think of all the responsibilities now. General CommentIt seems like she sings with such a longing to feel like she did when she was younger, a kid. I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em Moved 'round our heads (moved 'round our heads) We're reeling through the midnight streets

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