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Story behind the song
This song is about one of my favorite musicians; Elliott Smith. One of my favorite songs of his "Everything Means Nothing To Me" was written as he cut his arms and sat at the piano, bleeding and creating that song.
Lyrics
Elliott
Elliott, he felt the worst of it
The needles and the pills
It couldn’t stop what he feels
‘cause his past would haunt him still
But he worked up a tolerance
To his slow suicide
Or whatever the hell you’re callin’ it
It was evident, you knew he tried
And his arms bleed
On white keys
As he sings
Everything
Means Nothing
To Me
And he weeps
And he screams
It was one knife, stuck twice
In his chest
It’s too late to have regrets
Too late for regrets
Homicide or self inflicted
Does it really matter who didn’t
It isn’t gonna make one single bit of difference
Elliott, he felt the worst of it
So stop being depressed
‘cause compared to him
You seem to be faking it.
