When life hands you lemons, sometimes they're the bitter kind. "The Pantaloon" is a poignant tale of growing up too fast and the harsh realities that come along with it. The term 'pantaloon', traditionally referring to a comedic old man character in theater, is used here as a metaphor for aging and its inevitable hardships. The song's protagonist learns early not to trust the pantaloon - perhaps a warning against losing oneself in the process of aging or becoming cynical. With themes of loneliness, loss, and life’s cruel jests (like moths eating your favorite shirt), this tune tugs at the heartstrings while reminding us all that no one escapes time's relentless march. So, buckle up buttercup, because even your bones get cold when you're left alone with your nightmares and frights!
The Pantaloon
Lyrics
Your grandpa died when you were nine
They said he had lost his mind
You have learned way too soon
You should never trust the pantaloon
Now it's your turn to be alone
Find a wife and build yourself a home
You have learned way too soon
That your dad is now the pantaloon
You are tired, you are hurt
A moth ate through your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose your mind
He's seen too many stare downs
Between the sun and the moon in the morning air
How he used to hustle all the people
Walking through the fairgrounds
He's been around so long he's changed his meaning of a chair now
Because a chair now
Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people
Who glide across the very surface that made his bones feeble
The end can't come soon enough but is it too soon?
Either way he can't deny he is a pantaloon
You are tired, you are hurt
A moth ate through your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose your mind
You like to sleep alone
It's colder than you know
'Cause your skin is so
Used to colder bones
It's warmer in the morning
Than what it is at night
Your bones are held together by your nightmare and your frights
You are tired, you are hurt
A moth ate through your favorite shirt
And all your friends, they fertilize
The ground you walk
So lose your mind
You are tired, you are hurt
A moth ate through your favorite shirt
And all your friends, they fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose your mind
Writer(s): Tyler Joseph
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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