@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
It seems such a waste to stand still
remembering time kills us, watching stones.
Mantras repeated, never believed,
lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived.
We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died.
Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide.
Pull this life apart.
Dissect each piece;
microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes
we beg to know fall
warmly among us aglow with knowing.
Fly the fields to avoid the debts
We forget we are owing,
We forget that we are owing.
And I'll steal each breath, sputtered out.
As defiant words stain me, rearrange me.
And stamp me with doubt
Fuck off, fuck off
Because I don't need you.
We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died.
Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide.
You live through our minutes, divided yet shared.
We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared.
Pull this life apart with knowing.
remembering time kills us, watching stones.
Mantras repeated, never believed,
lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived.
We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died.
Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide.
Pull this life apart.
Dissect each piece;
microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes
we beg to know fall
warmly among us aglow with knowing.
Fly the fields to avoid the debts
We forget we are owing,
We forget that we are owing.
And I'll steal each breath, sputtered out.
As defiant words stain me, rearrange me.
And stamp me with doubt
Fuck off, fuck off
Because I don't need you.
We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died.
Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide.
You live through our minutes, divided yet shared.
We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared.
Pull this life apart with knowing.
Lyrics submitted by snoopyhasadeathwish
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