“If all our life is but a dream” My life does feel like a dream, or at least my memories of it. Grey out amnesia can work that way- my brain making memories appear from 3rd person, convincing me they were too bizarre to be real, etc.

“Fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea!” I see this as commentary on my hoarding and thrifting habits- I tend to be “greedy”, I have separation anxiety so the concept of sharing anything be it hobbies, friends, etc is kinda hard, with exceptions. The last bit is when I tend to push items away to get out of that mind set- goodwill or gifting being ‘the sea’ in this sense

“For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me” one man’s treasure is another man’s trash, I suppose. I tend to see very little to no value in expensive items, money is a silly concept to me.

“And then she said she “can’t believe genius only comes in storms of fabled foreign tongues”” Sometimes I struggle to think outside my own circle- apathy and derealization are weird, the concept of people around the world actively working and moving feels weird, my life often feels like a bad game of sims where everyone else is unaware of the player. Any true knowledgable people feels rare, hard to find, and when I do they’re often far away.

“Tripping eyes and flooded lungs” panic attacks, not sure how else to explain that. Eyes darting around frantically, lungs and throat struggling to work, tears.

“Northern downpour sends its love” rain seems depressing to be in, but it helps the world just by being there. I’m not the best at comforting but I hope I can help by just being there too

“Sugarcane in the easy morning”

I’ve got a major sweet tooth- and while ig I’ve never had sugarcane, my breakfast almost always has some sort of sweet taste (normally jam on toast or berry smoothies). My safe foods <3

“Weathervanes my one and lonely”

Ok this might sound silly but I remember growing up with a weathervane on my roof?? Maybe I didn’t idk all my memories are pretty foggy. But I like to think I did. And ‘my one and lonely’ feels like it refers to how even though I do have special loved ones in my life, I’m still very lonely in other aspects

“The ink is running towards the page, it’s chasing off the days!”

I often lose hours of my days to writing or reading or drawing, without even noticing it. Throughout elementary and middle school, you would almost never see me without my sketchbook or reading while I work. It’s been a number one coping mechanism before I knew it

“Look back at both feet and that winding knee!”

My legs are hella weak :/ standing in one place for more than five minutes, especially with my school stuff, makes my knees start acting up, and I have presyncope episodes

“I missed your skin when you were east, you clicked your heels and wished for me”

This line is one giant wizard of oz reference but it’s still connected to my life. I miss my boyfriend’s scents every day (and if I’m not mistaken one of them lives east of me). Dorothy clicks her heels and wishes for home- I wish for home too, but my home is them. Ergo: wish for me. Not to mention “friends of Dorothy” was an old code term to say someone was queer, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m very queer

“Through playful lips made of yarn, that fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves!”

I joke around a lot, I’m a Capricorn, and I love breaking down words. And scarves are awesome. What more need I say?

“I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home”

My life is rough, and I struggle with misanthropy as a side effect of my anxiety. The world almost always feels like it’s against me- but this line feels like something my online dad would tell me to comfort me. He means a lot to me

“Hey moon, please forget to fall down- hey moon, don’t you go down”

I associate someone very close to me with the moon, and said person has attempted several times. This lyric has just always felt like me begging him to stay

“You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn”