In "I try my best," Lou Doillon barricades a home against intruding eyes, shutting gates, locking doors, and stripping the bed where a body's imprint still lingers. The effort to hide grief or memory fails completely, since others see straight through every precaution. A shift arrives when she resolves to confront the dead directly, vowing to smoke out what haunts her and bridge the divide between living and gone. The song lands on the exhausting truth that no amount of self-protection can make private pain invisible.
I try my best Lyrics by Lou Doillon
I close the broken gates
I shut the shutters close
I lock the front door to keep them out but
I turn off the phone and I take the pictures down
I tear off the sheets
At least your shape could still be seen
I try my best
But they still see right through
I do what I do
But they still see right through
The healing I’m starting
Face to face
I’ve come to track you down
To put you all at rest
To bridge the divide
Between dead and alive
I’ll smoke you out
Watch me light this shit up
I try my best
But they still see right through
I do what I do
But they still see right through
Yes, I try my best
but they still see right through
And I do what I do
But they still see right through
I close the broken gates
I shut the shutters close
I lock the front door to keep them out
I turn off the phone and I take the pictures down
I tear off the sheets, least your shape could still be seen
I try my best, but they still see right through
And I do what I do, but they still see right through