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How Did We Get Here?

  • Writer: Brittany Frishman
    Brittany Frishman
  • Dec 14, 2024
  • 5 min read

At some point in life, we all ask ourselves this question: How did I lose myself? Who am I, really?  It’s a deep, reflective moment that often surfaces when we feel disconnected or lost in the chaos of life, particularly after a significant change or relationship.

This sentiment is beautifully captured in a song that explores the complexities of love, abandonment, and self-discovery. Through its poignant lyrics, the song paints a vivid picture of a relationship where affection fades into toxicity, unraveling everything that once felt secure. The narrator, who symbolizes a beloved toy, delves into the painful cycle of attachment and disillusionment.

The boy’s repeated pattern of breaking what he loves most—his favorite toy—becomes a powerful metaphor for the destructive nature of his love. It’s a cycle of passion followed by pain, with no easy way out. Yet, within this destruction lies a subtle but persistent hope for healing and reconciliation. The song strikes a delicate balance between sorrow and a quiet longing for something better, capturing the universal experience of love and loss with raw, emotional clarity.


Oh, here we go again.

The voices in his head

Called the rain to end our days of wild


Here we go again, sets the tone for what is to come, the repetition and inevitable. It starts the cycle of feeling loved only to be discarded. That feeling- is all too familiar for the narrator.  Voices in his head represent internal dialog of conflict, or perhaps the internal struggle of his perspective. The rain serves as a metaphor ended their wild and carefree days, when they grow up from children to adults.


The sickest army doll

Purchased at the mall

Rivulets descend my plastic smile


The narrator begins to refer to herself as an “army doll” describes her as a toy that is solely used for comfort and companionship to the boy. She reinforces her status of nothing more than an  consumer object- something that is bought, used, and discarded when she no longer serves a purpose. The adjective “sickest” is the narrator describing herself as someone who needed mending, desperate to feel alive, whole, and most importantly loved. The last line plays with the dark contract between internal emotions and portrayed appearance.  Rivulets is a small stream of water, representing  hushed tears that goes down her plastic smile, masking her sadness and brokenness.


But you should've seen him

When he first got me

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

I'm queen of sand castles he destroys


The narrator has a long nostalgia for the past, back when his affection was gentle and kind. It evokes a sene of loss and belonging. She longs for the days when she felt whole and cherished. This goes with the saying “boys will be boys” the boy has a tendency to break or discard what he loves most. Even with this love his emotional immaturity or inability to fulfill value them leads to the eventual destruction. The narrator paints herself as the “queen” of a delicate creation-her sand castles represent her fragile dreams, which the boy eventually ruins, symbolizing his lack of care or recognition for her emotional worth. It also symbolizes her constant need to change the outsiders narrative, reframing his destruction and taking blame for what has happened.


Cause it fit too right

Puzzle pieces in the dead of night

Should've known it was a matter of time

Oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys


This line suggests perfect harmony and longing for compatibility. When things felt right, perhaps in the quiet moments together. However, nothing can change the feeling of waking up drenched in sweat in the middle of the night. Fearful that nothing is ever going to change.


There was a litany of reasons why

We could've played for keeps this time

I know I'm just repeating myself


This line suggests that the narrator and the boy had opportunities to make their relationship last, but it was doomed to fail. She acknowledges she is a broken record, spinning in circles, reiterating her thoughts. She falls into the cycle of chasing the feeling to be loved only to be put back on the shelf until her next use.


Put me back on my shelf

But first - Pull the string

And I'll tell you that he runs

Because he loves me.


Dolls with pull string and wind up gears are consistent at what they were programed to do. Every time they are puled or turned the repeat the words “I love you”, “ “he treats me this way because he loves me”, “nobody understands him the way I do”. She recites the scripted phrases that she has been groomed to repeat, but this escape is rooted in a misguided kind of love or attachment.


Cause you should've seen him

When he first saw me.

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

I'm queen of sand castles he destroys

Cause I knew too much

There was danger in the heat of my touch


Again, the narrator reminisces about the beginning, when their bond seemed strong and filled with wonder. There is an underlying sadness here, as she recalls a time when he saw her as something special and not something to be discarded.The narrator hints that her closeness to the boy, perhaps her awareness of his deeper emotions or secrets, made their connection make sense. This could be a metaphor for how vulnerability in a relationship often leads to pain or destruction without the right environment.


He saw forever so he smashed it up

Oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys


The boy was never able to grow up, so instead of leaving his childish ways, he fell victim to the overwhelming sense of responsibility and destroys what could have been a hopeful future.


Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me


This line conveys a sense of self-healing or transformation. The narrator is trying to repair herself, and in doing so, she believes the boy will regret his actions when he realizes what he’s lost.The repetition emphasizes her certainty and the emotional weight of this belief. She’s confident that once she’s whole again, the boy will recognize her value—though there’s a hint of longing and maybe even an empty promise in these words.


Just say when, I'd play again

He was my best friend

Down at the sandlot


he narrator expresses her readiness to return to the relationship, symbolizing a childlike willingness to start over again, to "play" once more. The “sandlot” evokes nostalgia, a place of innocence and youthful joy, but also one where things can be easily ruined. There is a painful beauty in the original lyrics “He was my best friend and that was the worst part” Through the nostalgia and innocence she is longing for the feeling of safety, the one who was her best friend  and that loss feels unbearable.


I felt more when we played pretend

Than with all the Kens

Cause he took me out of my box

Stole my tortured heart


This line highlights the narrator’s depth of emotional connection with the boy, especially when they were simply “pretending.” The “Kens” contrast with the boy’s emotional authenticity—his companionship was more fulfilling than any superficial or manufactured relationships because the boy gave her a sense of freedom or purpose by removing her from her confined state (her “box”). However, this also led to emotional turmoil, symbolized by the “tortured heart” he “stole.”


Left all these broken parts

Told me I'm better off

But I'm not

I'm not

I'm not.


The boy may have tried to convince the narrator that breaking her was for the best, but she disagrees. The “broken parts” are physical and emotional fragments of herself that remain as a result of his actions.The final, repeated lines show a deep sense of defiance and frustration. The narrator rejects the notion that she’s better off discarded. She is still affected, still in pieces, and her repeated “I’m not” signals the refusal to accept abandonment or the boy’s attempt to justify his actions.





 
 
 

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