I've decided to beat a dead horse and post what I believe to be the correct lyrics. I've loved P.O.S. for a while now, and have listened to this song more times than I can tell. Hopefully that means something.
"If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
(Whole lot better)...
It was buried under a flask in a
Carton (could be 'and I caught it') peeking from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence...
Indulgence in bourbon, this herb
A twin city kid's just disturbed
I look around and see the same shit from her
She can just sit silent, watch her life just pass by in a blur
Ain't it funny
We can sneak into our lives in a stir
Over the perfect things to say and then just choke on the words
Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fuck
Everybody want the consequence
While playing the fence
Everybody's got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl's just lookin' for the next best thing
Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
Everybody hates me, everybody wanna fight...
We can't stand to wake up with the sun,
But can't sleep in the moonlight
I'm right there with ya
I'm sick within my own skin
I've got the clothes and the jaded grin
I'm at the bar or the coffee shop
But I don't like drinkin' and I fuckin' hate coffee shops
I'm off to stop the world
It's been spinnin' like a tilt-a-whirl
This ain't amusement, I'm-a lose it...
(Two cents, two cents, this bullshit...uh)
Give two cents
And everybody seems to have the same change but can't break my five-oh (or five up)
Two cents...
But I can't spare nothin' if I'm holdin' the cup, it's like...
If you come down and just breathe
And just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better
Close your eyes, disappear
If you can't see them, then they can't see you
...Right?
Close your eyes.
I can never be what I wanna be, nothin' but a man
Nothin's evil inside of me, nothin I can understand
If I try
So I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
(Repeat)
This... (or 'fist')
And it's strained, I think it might break
Scratch
Crack
Silence
This...
And it's strained, I think it might break
Scratch
Crack...
I...
live in a city like any other,
We all live alone
The only difference is we don't seem to know it
Frozen and lonesome, Winter's cold
In the Summer, gotta wait for the loathing
Holding our posture so low
And we drink, so there's not much worth noting
Strolling, so vacant, so shaken
So cold, so gone, so mistaken
So broke, so...
So complacent,
So worn out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt
So full of restraint, so full of that self control
...or the lack thereof
That we doubt the soul
Chorus
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man.
Nothin's evil inside of me, nothin' I can understand
If I try...
So I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand,
A fist. (or this)"
Gotta love lyrical confusion. Anyway, how about what it means? The struggle for our ideal selves, or not even that. I think it's just about how we strive to be something we're not, and convince ourselves that it's better than what we are. Also, we ignore our problems sometimes, close our eyes to them...hard for me to explain, but you can definitely feel it when you listen to the song lol. Awesome song, awesome artist.
I've decided to beat a dead horse and post what I believe to be the correct lyrics. I've loved P.O.S. for a while now, and have listened to this song more times than I can tell. Hopefully that means something.
"If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out (Whole lot better)...
It was buried under a flask in a Carton (could be 'and I caught it') peeking from the bottom of a glass All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence... Indulgence in bourbon, this herb A twin city kid's just disturbed
I look around and see the same shit from her She can just sit silent, watch her life just pass by in a blur Ain't it funny We can sneak into our lives in a stir Over the perfect things to say and then just choke on the words
Everybody wanna be the next Everybody wanna be in step Everybody wanna fuck Everybody want the consequence While playing the fence Everybody's got shit luck Everybody wanna move to they own beat Everybody wanna make a dent Every girl's just lookin' for the next best thing Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
Everybody hates me, everybody wanna fight...
We can't stand to wake up with the sun, But can't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there with ya I'm sick within my own skin I've got the clothes and the jaded grin I'm at the bar or the coffee shop But I don't like drinkin' and I fuckin' hate coffee shops
I'm off to stop the world It's been spinnin' like a tilt-a-whirl This ain't amusement, I'm-a lose it... (Two cents, two cents, this bullshit...uh) Give two cents And everybody seems to have the same change but can't break my five-oh (or five up) Two cents... But I can't spare nothin' if I'm holdin' the cup, it's like...
If you come down and just breathe And just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better Close your eyes, disappear If you can't see them, then they can't see you ...Right? Close your eyes.
I can never be what I wanna be, nothin' but a man Nothin's evil inside of me, nothin I can understand If I try So I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand (Repeat) This... (or 'fist')
And it's strained, I think it might break Scratch Crack Silence This... And it's strained, I think it might break Scratch Crack...
I... live in a city like any other, We all live alone The only difference is we don't seem to know it Frozen and lonesome, Winter's cold In the Summer, gotta wait for the loathing Holding our posture so low And we drink, so there's not much worth noting
Strolling, so vacant, so shaken So cold, so gone, so mistaken So broke, so... So complacent, So worn out, so worn out, so worn out So full of doubt So full of restraint, so full of that self control ...or the lack thereof That we doubt the soul
Chorus
I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man. Nothin's evil inside of me, nothin' I can understand If I try... So I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand, A fist. (or this)"
Gotta love lyrical confusion. Anyway, how about what it means? The struggle for our ideal selves, or not even that. I think it's just about how we strive to be something we're not, and convince ourselves that it's better than what we are. Also, we ignore our problems sometimes, close our eyes to them...hard for me to explain, but you can definitely feel it when you listen to the song lol. Awesome song, awesome artist.