43. Shelf Life - “Sinking Just Right”

This song is like the journal entry of emaciated an mind, starving even as it finds itself utterly stuffed with self-pity and woe. It’s being removed from oneself and wanting to change, but being unable to because of the separation. It’s constantly perseverating on the fact you’re not okay, and thus fulfilling the thoughts with reality. It’s the mind retracing a stream of consciousness, a stream full of self-reflection that has become so common its eroded itself into a well-defined route, removing any chance of damming it or even altering its course. It’s a mind stuck in the throes of anxiety and depression, powerless as it watches them crumbling the outside world, destroying all the relationships and connection that were once so real, and now the inside is finally crumbling. Everything has been painted monochromatic, so bleak that your outlook on life is now being clouded, shrouded in the debris of the self, as you sink down further, comfortable because your numb, or maybe it’s because the pain is so common that it no longer hurts.