The narrative begins with the protagonist, who typically sees herself as strong and resilient, admitting that she's been unable to shake off the emotional weight of a recent breakup. For weeks, she has felt a persistent, suffocating sadness, a feeling she describes as being 'stuck in my lungs.' Her usual coping mechanisms, like going out at night, are no longer effective. A specific song, once perhaps a shared favorite, now serves as a painful trigger, instantly bringing back memories of her past relationship and making it impossible to escape thoughts of her ex. She reflects on the moment she physically left the relationship, naively believing that the hardest part was over. She now realizes that leaving was just the beginning of a painful emotional unraveling.
The pain intensifies as she recounts the previous night. For the first time since the split, her ex didn't even attempt to call, a small but significant action that sends her into a spiral of despair. The silence from his end feels like a confirmation of the finality of their separation, leading to a sleepless night filled with anxiety and a feeling so overwhelming she thought she might 'die.' While she holds onto a faint hope that she might eventually acclimate to this new reality, in the present moment, the only words that can describe her state are that she 'feels like shit.' In an attempt to move on or perhaps just to feel something different, she kissed someone new. However, the experience was hollow and only served to highlight what she had lost. Instead of creating a new memory, her mind was flooded with vivid recollections of her ex's touch, specifically his hands around her waist, a gesture he performed with a familiar and now-painful perfection. This failed attempt at a rebound reinforces the idea that the physical act of leaving was far from the most difficult part of the breakup; the emotional fallout is the true challenge, and she feels herself falling apart.
Later, in a moment of vulnerability likely fueled by alcohol, she finds her thoughts drifting to 'what if' scenarios, wondering if her ex was 'the one.' Though she intellectually understands that the 'damage is done' and the relationship is over, the emotional attachment lingers. A tangible piece of their shared past, the shirt he wore when they first met, still lies on her floor. It's a powerful symbol of their history that she can't bring herself to discard, but she considers hiding it under the bed, a small, desperate act of trying to forget. The song culminates in a reiteration of the chorus, emphasizing the crushing weight of the previous night's lack of contact and the profound, all-encompassing misery that has taken hold. The hope of getting used to the pain feels distant and abstract; the immediate, raw reality is one of pure emotional agony.
Song Discussion - feel like shit by Tate McRae
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