G.I.N.A.S.F.S. Lyric Analysis

I've loved everything about you that hurt 

So let me see your moves, let me see your moves - he’s seen their good and bad days, so there would be no reason to hide themselves away.

Lips pressed close to mine, true blue - being so close to them, the true intimacy of kissing someone is so surreal, call it true blue because also when you look back on what you had it makes you sad.

But the prince of any failing empire knows that Everybody wants, everybody wants To drive on through the night, if it's a drive back home - he knows that people are giving up on him so he’ll let his people go even if it means the failure of an empire he built. 

Things aren't the same anymore, some nights they get so bad You almost pick up the phone - things are so different and you start to miss it you either contemplate calling said person or a hotline because either way you need help.

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns - baby blues represent innocence and childhood while baby browns are grown up and more mature

I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house - he’s kept their old clothing and brought himself back to a safe space they used to share together, reminiscing on the memories they made there together. 

In your shoes, you know it's strange - he put himself in their shoes to try and see what they were thinking and what they would’ve been thinking had they stayed together. 

It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you, whoa - he feels like he should love them but finds that he can’t.

I've already given up on myself twice Third time is the charm, third time is the charm - the classic saying third time is the charm about giving up on himself. He could be talking about relationships or past failed attempts.

Threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm - he tries throwing shots in the dark, not caring. This could allude to trying to sleep with other people to get his mind off things but in the end he’s reminded of them. 

And I've traced your shadows on the wall, now I kiss them - he’s trying to soak up every last bit of them even if it’s just their shadows he’s able to get. 

Whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down Figured I'm not figuring myself out - it’s his safety net, his coping mechanism. He knows he’s not going to get any better so might as well enjoy the moment as much as he can. 

Things aren't the same anymore, some nights, they get so bad

I almost pick up the phone

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns

I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house

In your shoes, know it's strange

It's a strange way of saying that I know, I'm supposed to love you

I'm supposed to love you, whoa

Born under a bad sign, you saved my life - he was dealt a bad hand from the start. Cursed with mental illnesses. 

That night on the roof of your hotel - his life was saved by someone close to him, the person being mentioned before, on the roof of his hotel. Maybe they were there hanging out or more…

"Cross my heart and hope to die, splintered from the headboard in my eye" - a play of the childhood saying. Signing a cross over your chest could either be making a promise to the other person or potentially asking god to take them. 

Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well - kisses that were photographed and kept hidden away for each other. 

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns

I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house

In your shoes, you know, it's strange

It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you

I'm supposed to love you