@[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.
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
I woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumping
last night rained buckshot and I barely made it in
thinking to myself I can never find space
then the bus came late but I left my change, damn
left foot, right foot then
looks like I’m walking, too much
too many folk, too many high, too many low
city breathing down your neck
then it grabs your throat and it won’t let go
but I know this road won’t ever let you be
then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep?
tourniquet tied right around his bicep
tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve
teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle
arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble
tar make a man look dead like beetle
but he’s high like an eagle when he asks for change
anything I give him out the venom in his vein
send him into heaven courtesy St. James
and well, that ain’t my name
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
don’t hit the snooze ever
I’m like 47 deep and that’s not even decent sleep
I’m dreaming bout robotic sheep, I’m later than that
whatever type of late you think you is, show your references
androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages
yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in
up and out coffee in the mouth jetting
catching up pedal to the floor texting
metal up expressing sections
pressing hexes learning no lesson
flexing like every intersection, wait
oh my god I almost hit him with a car
little kid ran quick to the middle
I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe
fiddling with knobs,
god, what are the odds I could of ...
pulled to the curb, head to the wheel
sweating artillery, don’t pack steel
look up to a situation similar to opening an
invitation asking you to die
Dad’s like die, Mom’s like die
I’m like fine little boys like crying
step out to a fist in the eye
took it like a champ didn’t even ask why
didn’t even flex, didn’t even ask twice
he didn’t put together that I wasn’t trying to fight
I said please accept my apology, I’ll just leave
here responsibly
I’m glad your boy’s okay
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
I woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumping
last night rained buckshot and I barely made it in
thinking to myself I can never find space
then the bus came late but I left my change, damn
left foot, right foot then
looks like I’m walking, too much
too many folk, too many high, too many low
city breathing down your neck
then it grabs your throat and it won’t let go
but I know this road won’t ever let you be
then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep?
tourniquet tied right around his bicep
tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve
teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle
arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble
tar make a man look dead like beetle
but he’s high like an eagle when he asks for change
anything I give him out the venom in his vein
send him into heaven courtesy St. James
and well, that ain’t my name
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
don’t hit the snooze ever
I’m like 47 deep and that’s not even decent sleep
I’m dreaming bout robotic sheep, I’m later than that
whatever type of late you think you is, show your references
androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages
yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in
up and out coffee in the mouth jetting
catching up pedal to the floor texting
metal up expressing sections
pressing hexes learning no lesson
flexing like every intersection, wait
oh my god I almost hit him with a car
little kid ran quick to the middle
I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe
fiddling with knobs,
god, what are the odds I could of ...
pulled to the curb, head to the wheel
sweating artillery, don’t pack steel
look up to a situation similar to opening an
invitation asking you to die
Dad’s like die, Mom’s like die
I’m like fine little boys like crying
step out to a fist in the eye
took it like a champ didn’t even ask why
didn’t even flex, didn’t even ask twice
he didn’t put together that I wasn’t trying to fight
I said please accept my apology, I’ll just leave
here responsibly
I’m glad your boy’s okay
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
Lyrics submitted by aaron_kaump
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