i dared myself to fill this stack of paper up with meaningful words, meaningful verbs and meaningful verse
but no matter what i write it all feels seemingly worse
beacuse my pen is feeling seemingly cursed to repeat the same motions, make the same mistakes
and i'd rather trace the same letters, same phrases than just try to embrace
a brand new take on writing, a new take on living
but with every tale i tell i'm growing more narcissistic
with these threadbare words about living, being easy
and how my hits and kisses make the girlies' knees weak
someone call a doctor cause i've got a sneaking feeling
that they have stopped breathing, and i've stopped believing

it's now or never and i've never been better
but it's never enough for us to get by on
it's now or never and i'm better than ever
but there is still a lack of time and inspiration
it's now or never and i've never been better
but it's never enough for us to get by on
it's now or never and we think we're so clever
but all there is to do is increase our bar tab
and tell our hearts that they'll just have to wait

as of late i have been awash in a sea of daytime tv
teen movies, and friday night repeats
but between these lessons and meaningless feelings i have been healing
right now i'm reeling from the lack of attention, attention.
make way for pretension
cause i've got a shovel, and i've got intentions
to forcefully unearth the time i was spending
but then i quit digging, and went back to penning these

threadbare words about living, being easy
and how my hits and kisses make the girlies' knees weak
someone call a doctor cause i've got a sneaking feeling
that they have stopped breathing, and i've stopped believing

it's now or never and i've never been better
but it's never enough for us to get by on
it's now or never and i'm better than ever
but there is still a lack of time and inspiration
it's now or never and i've never been better
but it's never enough for us to get by on
it's now or never and we think we're so clever
but all there is to do is increase our bar tab
and tell our hearts that things really aren't bad
and send our best to almost departed
and tell our arms that they'll just have to...


Lyrics submitted by hacika

Hairodynamics song meanings
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