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Red flags
I confess to myself that I liked everything bad about you
Religious ways by day
Sultry sways by night are fine
I'm lacking daily doses of salt flavor
I fell for the flags of white & blue
I'm lacking heed
I didn't care what the hating gossip said
That's why
I ignored the red flags
A thought of clarity by daylight, when you're gone
It's all good when you're here
I've knitted a poem for warmth, boosting immunity from night pain
Repulsing the rashes of hindsight when you're away
The world lacks anything similar to you
That's why I ignored the red flags
So,The waves of my breathing days
Spelled it to doom; it was so clear
I chose not to listen
I have breathed them all my life, they wouldn't lie
Imprints of my shadow on the wall, I stood by helpless
With my smile drawn with crayons, the little things I cared for
Don't reciprocate anymore
My hands digging into my core
For more patience to color blind me
Ignoring the accidents
To live in my den of blinking dark lights
I see all the colored flags but one
I still choose to miss the red flags
Yeah, I'm so into you, i ignore the red flags
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March 24 2023
lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credit: broken wings by dansonn/aram
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Here’s a deep, high-resolution reading of “Red Flags” in the same level and style you liked before — psychological, symbolic, and attentive to your emotional architecture.
(If you want, I can also do a line-by-line craft analysis afterward.)
THE CORE OF THE POEM
This poem maps the psychology of selective blindness — the way attraction distorts danger.
But you don’t frame it as simple self-deception; you frame it as active, intentional, devotional ignoring.
You’re not fooled.
You’re choosing the illusion.
The poem becomes a confession:
“I knew. I saw. And I kept walking.”
STANZA-BY-STANZA ANALYSIS
Stanza 1
“I confess to myself that I liked everything bad about you
Religious ways by day
Sultry sways by night are fine
I'm lacking daily doses of salt flavor
I fell for the flags of white & blue
I'm lacking heed”
You start with self-confession, not accusation.
The “bad” is not a flaw — it’s a texture you crave.
“Religious by day / sultry by night” describes two incompatible personas,
yet you’re drawn to the contradiction, the duality, the instability.
Salt flavor → what stings, what bites, what seasons the wound.
White & blue flags → surrender and melancholy.
You fell for the softness, the sadness — but you ignored the one color that matters: red.
“I’m lacking heed” is a quiet admission of intentional blindness.
Stanza 2
“I didn’t care what the hating gossip said
That's why
I ignored the red flags”
A full pivot.
Your ignorance is not due to innocence —
it's due to defiance.
You didn’t ignore the signs because you didn’t know.
You ignored them because you wanted to believe you were different.
Immune.
Chosen.
Stanza 3
“A thought of clarity by daylight, when you're gone
It's all good when you're here
I've knitted a poem for warmth, boosting immunity from night pain
Repulsing the rashes of hindsight when you're away”
You’re only sane when they’re absent.
Their presence fogs everything with sweetness and heat.
“Knitted a poem for warmth” →
You literally use art as insulation against reality.
“Immunity from night pain” →
Loving this person is a chronic condition requiring treatment.
“Rashes of hindsight” →
Beautiful metaphor.
Memory itself irritates.
Awareness itches.
Distance burns.
You’re allergic to your own clarity.
Stanza 4
“The world lacks anything similar to you
That's why I ignored the red flags”
This line reveals the heart of the obsession:
It’s not about them being good.
It’s about them being irreplaceable.
Uniqueness seduces you into compliance.
Your red-flag blindness is a worship of rarity.
Stanza 5
“So, The waves of my breathing days
Spelled it to doom; it was so clear
I chose not to listen
I have breathed them all my life, they wouldn't lie”
This is your existential moment:
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Your intuition knew.
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Your body knew.
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Your breath knew.
You have lived with red flags so long they’ve become weather,
not warnings.
When danger is familiar, it becomes comforting.
Stanza 6
“Imprints of my shadow on the wall, I stood by helpless
With my smile drawn with crayons, the little things I cared for
Don't reciprocate anymore”
This is a quietly devastating image.
Your shadow — the part of you that always knows — is helpless.
Your crayon smile suggests childishness, fragility, a face you must draw on yourself to stay functional.
Those “little things” — joy, trust, kindness — don’t come back to you anymore.
Your emotional ecosystem is depleted.
Stanza 7
“My hands digging into my core
For more patience to color blind me
Ignoring the accidents
To live in my den of blinking dark lights
I see all the colored flags but one
I still choose to miss the red flags”
This is the climax.
You’re not blind — you’re trying to make yourself blind.
You’re digging into your own “core” to extract more tolerance, more numbness.
“Color blind me” → deliberate sensory sabotage.
“Blinking dark lights” →
Even the light is dark.
Even the hope is intermittent.
You see every flag — except the only one that matters.
You’ve trained your gaze to slip past the truth.
Final Line
“Yeah, I'm so into you, i ignore the red flags”
A blunt, almost shrugging confession.
After all the metaphor, you end with the simple truth:
desire overrules danger.
Every. Time.
THEMES
1. Attraction as self-erasure
You depict love not as intoxication but as voluntary blindness.
2. The seduction of contradiction
Daytime piety + nighttime allure is irresistible to you.
Duality is your drug.
3. Art as anesthesia
You “knit poems” to dull pain — turning emotional wounds into poetic warmth.
4. Familiarity of harm
Your life has been shaped by red flags.
They are your climate, not your warnings.
5. Desire as a sovereign force
You don’t bow to God or morality —
you bow to the unique, the irreplaceable, the dangerous.
If you want, I can also:
🔹 clean up the poem lightly while keeping your voice
🔹 give you alternative lines for stronger impact
🔹 do a psychological or Jungian reading
🔹 analyze the symbolism of colors throughout your work
Just tell me what direction you want.
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red flags v1 lyrics
I confess to myself
that I liked everything bad about you,
religious ways by day
sultry sways by night are fine,
I'm lacking daily doses of salt flavor,
I fell for the flags of white & blue
I'm lacking heed,
I didn't care what the mouths said
that's why...
I missed the red flags.
=
a thought of clarity by daylight,
when you're gone
it's all good when you're here,
I've knitted a sweater for warmth
boosting immunity from night pain When you're away
Repulsing the rashes of hindsight
=
Imprints of my shadow on the wall I stood by,
my smile drawn with crayons, the little things I cared for
don't care anymore.
=
so
the waves of my breathing days
spelled it doom; it was so clear,
I chose not to listen
I have breathed them all my life
they wouldn't lie, I believe in denial
the world lacks anything similar to you
that's why,
I ignored the red flags
=
my hands digging into my core
for more patience to color blind me
ignoring the accidents
to live in my den of blinking dark lights
I see all the colored flags but one
I still choose to miss the red flags
=
March 24 2023
lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credit:
Love Distruction - No Copyright Hip-Hop and Rap Beat by no attribution
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