And these things give everything a million different meanings that the artist never consciously put there. It's accidental adaptability. A surprise couture experience that can't be created on purpose. 

I've been reading This is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz, and the following lines jumped out at me in just that way. 

"You are on your way to another life. You won't have time to miss me."

"This is what I know: people's hopes go on forever."

"We didn't know it was the last days but we should have."

I sometimes wonder if other people have this kind of experience with my music. I imagine it must happen every now and then. I wonder what lines jump out at them, and why. What moments from their own life they conjure. What it makes them think the song means. And if it's completely different from what I thought I was actually writing about. I suppose that's why I prefer to not explain songs. What I mean when I write them is secondary compared to what it means to an individual while they listen. I'd rather leave it open to mean whatever they want it to. 

That way I wrote one hundred different songs. Without even trying.