Eager Maniacs - Adult Crash [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm sorting through the thoughts and graveyard plots that I call memories
You can smile all you want as long as you don't come near me
Staring at my wound will not make them heal faster
My fist's a die cast mold for broken hearts and disaster
Fold the pain like paper and put a bastard in the drivers seat
Feel the heat beneath your feet while I regress to sucking teats
What a treat, you get two people for the price of one
The things that I've become can't come undone, I promise that this won't be fun
This war called life cannot be won, don't disagree
I'm stapling dead leaves and branches to my family tree
We can both agree that I'm not me today, so please just go away
I'm seeing things in shades of grey while better men are led astray
The ashtray tipped over and the tree is sure to follow suit
Ripping roots, no ripened fruit, my trunk is hollow like a flute
So tie a noose because I'm diving in and I'm not coming back
Until I die a heart attack or pull these knives out of your backs

Years become a lifetime, watch the minutes as they pass
You know we're all headed for that adult crash
Bloom and die, we all abide, except the fear inside my mind
I'm watching clocks, they shoplift time, but I'll be damned if they'll get mine
I sit awake at nighttime, watching minutes become hours
My sanity is being devoured by the dirt under these flowers


I'm a hermit crab that's dressed in plaid and mimicking a yellow lab
Till I start acting like my dad, let you sit back and pick the scabs
I grasp the concept that I'm to blame for my 99 problems
I feel bad for me son, because bitching never solves em'!
Put your CPU on standby and say bye bye to the bad guy
Let me be free to live between blue skies and black eyes
I've seen a lot of fruit flies in this rotten apple where I live
Some say that I've matured so much, then why am I acting like a kid?
Now my broken bones rip through skin, muscles, and fat
Watching memories on TV with a baseball bat, so thanks for that
Life is an open wound, gouged by chance and swirling cosmic dust
Some people try to kill themselves, but me I figure what's the rush?
Enough can't be enough unless your bluff is lacking passion
I only get one chance to bet, there's no sense putting half in
This character I portray is just a needle in the hay
I swear I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for my sanity today

Years become a lifetime, watch the minutes as they pass
You know we're all headed for that adult crash
Bloom and die, we all abide, except the fear inside my mind
I'm watching clocks, they shoplift time, but I'll be damned if they'll get mine
I sit awake at nighttime, watching minutes become hours
My sanity is being devoured by the dirt under these flowers


My grief falls flat and hollow on the ears of grinning strangers
Unlocking my mind with mushrooms and a coat hanger
But wait up as I lag behind and lose my mind in time
And what is time besides another hill to climb before we die?
I'm in two places at once trying to get a single blunt rolled
I'm merging with the sky, anxious about getting my stunt pulled
Drops of sweat now seem to dictate when my eyes fixate
I'm trying to not to scream in a place that I hate
No, I don't really think my temper tantrums get my point across
But now the point is lost, I'm done carrying this cross
I figured if it's lost it might stall self serving crucifixions
Reality's a mix of mostly fiction and a little wishful thinking