From Hell With Love
Ryan Caraveo Lyrics
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And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Yeah, I hate single memory
My mother minted the timid me
The minute my infant needs diminished
′Cause she wasn't finished givin′ them men a tease
No wonder why I still hide from intimacy
And dissociate, I prematurely bought a trophy case
′Cause she said I′m chosen, and she knows I'm great
Gave a false sense of self-worth that I would grow to hate
Now I don′t feel that it's appropriate to procreate
I′m broken but I'm coping great
Ain′t been in a sober state
But it beats chokin' in an open lake
And that's bold to state ′cause I don′t like check-ins
No need for connections, I prefer expression
That bedroom I wept in is now my weapon
I don't care what pen, I don′t care what page
Every night I'm up late, tryna figure me out
Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Yeah, I hate every single memory
Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove
(Sometimes I think about you)
(Lo-o-ove)
(Sometimes I think about you)
Spent so many days as a basement dweller
Laid waiting for fate to erase this fella
Every day was inflated with great displeasure
Wrote a goodbye page as a basic measure
′Til one day clicked and all came together
My parents in a rage was the main oppressor
But explainin' these thangs don′t make them lesser
Like complain' 'bout rain don′t change the weather
Instead, I′ve learned how to turn pain to pleasure
By explaining it on stages, ain't I clever?
Never ever said cheese, now I′m making cheddar
But I'm lyin′ if I say that made it better
Maybe I'm a puzzle that′s forever unsolved
But I ain't special, man, this world make a mess of us all
I'm not a pessimist, it′s just that it was never resolved
If I don′t put a rest to it, how can I ever evolve?
Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Yeah, I hate every single memory
Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove
(Sometimes I think about you)
(Lo-o-ove)
(Sometimes I think about you)
(Sometimes I think about you)
(And all of the things that you put me through)
(And I hate every single memory)
(Yeah, I hate every single memory)
(Sometimes I think about you)
(And all of the things that you put me through)
(And I hate every single memory)
(Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove)
Overall Meaning
The lyrics to Ryan Caraveo’s song “From Hell With Love” speak to the artist’s struggles with his past and how it has shaped his present. The first verse, for instance, deals with the impact his mother had on him and his relationship with women; how she made him feel unworthy of intimacy and love. The second verse portrays Ryan’s adolescence years as a “basement dweller” who was struggling and contemplating suicide every single day. In both verses, Ryan acknowledges the past hurt and pain but also shows how he’s grown and learned to cope with them. He is in a state of self-discovery, as he spends each night trying to figure himself out and use his pain to create something great.
The chorus is particularly poignant as it showcases the overall theme of the song -- the singer grappling with the weight of his past hurt and trying to move forward. He hates every memory of his past and is writing this letter from hell to emphatically put to rest the ghosts of his past relationships that continue to haunt him. The song, although somewhat melancholic and dark, ends with a sense of hope as Ryan realizes that confronting his past is a critical step in his journey towards inner peace.
Line by Line Meaning
Sometimes I think about you
Reflecting on past experiences with someone
And all of the things that you put me through
Recalling the negative impact this person had on the singer
And I hate every single memory
Feeling intense dislike for every moment spent with this person
Yeah, I hate every single memory
Reiterating the strong feelings of hatred towards the past experiences
My mother minted the timid me
The artist's mother shaped him into a shy and nervous person
The minute my infant needs diminished
As soon as the singer's basic needs were met as a baby
′Cause she wasn't finished givin′ them men a tease
Because the singer's mother was focused on attracting men
She'd go out at five, so I'd eat din at three
The artist's mother would go out in the evening, leaving him to eat dinner at an early time
No wonder why I still hide from intimacy
Explaining a cause for the artist's reluctance to get close to others
And dissociate, I prematurely bought a trophy case
The artist has disassociated from reality and bought a trophy case earlier than they should have
′Cause she said I′m chosen, and she knows I'm great
The singer's mother gave them a false sense of self-importance
Gave a false sense of self-worth that I would grow to hate
The artist now realizes that the false sense of self-worth they were given is something they dislike
Now I don't feel that it's appropriate to procreate
The singer does not feel that they are fit to have children
I′m broken but I'm coping great
The singer is dealing with their issues, despite feeling damaged
Ain′t been in a sober state
The singer has not been entirely sober
But it beats chokin' in an open lake
Despite not being sober, the artist is still alive and that's a good thing
And that's bold to state ′cause I don′t like check-ins
Acknowledging that admitting to not being sober is difficult for the artist
No need for connections, I prefer expression
The singer does not value human connections as much as they value expressing themselves
That bedroom I wept in is now my weapon
The pain that the singer experienced in their bedroom has become a weapon or a means of expressing themselves
I don't care what pen, I don′t care what page
The artist does not care about the specifics of what they use to express themselves
Every night I'm up late, tryna figure me out
The artist spends a lot of time pondering and trying to understand themselves
Spent so many days as a basement dweller
The artist spent a lot of time alone in their home's basement
Laid waiting for fate to erase this fella
The singer felt like they were waiting for something, like fate, to change their life
Every day was inflated with great displeasure
Every day was filled with great unhappiness
Wrote a goodbye page as a basic measure
The singer wrote a letter of goodbye as a precautionary measure
Til one day clicked and all came together
Suddenly, everything started to make sense for the singer
My parents in a rage was the main oppressor
The singer's parents were the main source of their oppression
But explainin' these thangs don't make them lesser
Merely explaining the situation doesn't make it less impactful or troubling
Like complain' 'bout rain don't change the weather
Complaining about a situation doesn't make it better
Instead, I've learned how to turn pain to pleasure
The singer has learned how to find the good in bad situations
By explaining it on stages, ain't I clever?
The singer has found a way to express themselves through their pain on stage and considers it a clever approach
Never ever said cheese, now I′m making cheddar
The artist has gone from not having much to now making money
But I'm lyin' if I say that made it better
Despite making money, the artist still has unresolved personal issues
Maybe I'm a puzzle that′s forever unsolved
The artist feels like they will always be a mystery to themselves and others
But I ain't special, man, this world make a mess of us all
The singer acknowledges that everyone faces difficulties and that they are not alone in their struggles
I'm not a pessimist, it′s just that it was never resolved
The artist is not negative - they are just acknowledging that their issues were never resolved
If I don't put a rest to it, how can I ever evolve?
The singer realizes that unless they confront and deal with their past, they cannot move forward and grow
Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove
Closing the song with a sarcastic signature, as if writing from a dark place with 'love'
(Sometimes I think about you)
Repeating the opening line to drive home the theme of this song
(Lo-o-ove)
Repeating the loving signature from the end of the song
(Sometimes I think about you)
Repeating the opening line one final time
Writer(s): Teal Douville, Ryan Bandito Caraveo
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