Shane Koyczan - For Instance lyrics
[Shane Koyczan - For Instance lyrics]
Take for instance the fact that we were
Getting into trouble every other minute
Like the night you thought it
Would be cool to throw a chocolate bar into
A hotel swimming pool
Than point at it and yell "Shit!"
You said it was something you saw in a movie
No surprise everyone in that pool was out
Instantly and we accepted our lifetime ban
From that hotel like men
Then rolled across town and
Checked into another
Where you proceeded to seduce a single
Mother who was away on a
Business trip despite your best efforts later
That day she snubbed you
And accepted it like forced retirement
Take for instance the day we
Spent the night like millionaires
Needing to go bankrupted by sunrise
Take for instance the lies we
Told our parents, like, "No
That is not my sheet of LSD
I'm holding it for a friend"
Take for instance the time you told me a
Heart can't break it can only bend
Take for instance you, take for instance me
Take for instance the word instantly
And how it used to be used
To define things life mashed potatoes
Or coffee but
Now somehow they use it to sum up
Your life telling me that you died
Instantly
They said it as if there
Was a measure of comfort
To be found in the fact that you are dead
That you said no long goodbyes
Or last words just gone
Like a deadbeat dad who popped out for
Some cigarettes and didn't come back
Fact is you were a different
Kind of gone altogether
Gone like the promises of lovers who
Believed in things like unicorns
And forever
Gone as in never coming back
Gone as in your parents can't
Even bring themselves to go
Into your old room you are gone like that
But they all said you died instantly
They said it as if in you is a grace
To not linger like a tragedy in slow motion
Or a heartbreak set on pause
No slow cause of death for
Us all to deal with
They said it as if it was a relief
As if that's what you would have wanted
And I have seen machines push
Life into the bodies
Of people who would rather just go and I
Know that's not something you
Would want and I'm
Not saying I knew you better than most
But, I'm pretty sure that
You'd rather be alive
Like the night we decided to
Drive to the observatory
We camped under the stars and got drunk
One beer in you sunk it to nostalgia like
A love seat tailor made for your
Body listed from memory the top 20 girls
You never kissed but always wanted to
Backwards, non-stop, twenty through two
You stopped at number one and said her
Name as if once upon a time you almost did
We were alive that night
We watched the dark bleed into twilight
Watched the sunrise write novels
On the backs of
Shinny black beatles and blades of grass
We read the day cover to cover in one sitting
Clouds splitting like lovers lost in the
Shuffle of trust and jealousy
We read our favourite lines out loud
Yours was "If my father is ever
Proud of me it will mean
In that some small measure I
Have lived better than him"
Mine was "If my life is the
Whim of a dreamer let
Them awake and remember the grand
Idea that I am"
The worlds was "Let them stem
From me let them be
Picked and pressed into diaries let
Them be the tangible
Memories of writers who could not
Scribe fictions greater than
Those based on the true
Story of their histories"
Of course, the world didn't actually say that
We were really high
And for once there was no because to the why
We spoke like liars finally speaking truth
Each word a confessional booth
Where we recounted our
Sins realizing the failures of our youth
Are what make up the beauty of our age
That every page turned cannot
Be re-written only re-read
That every chapter we sped through
Needs to remain un-edited
Exposing our screw ups like slips of
The nipple on the evening news
We were never perfect
And we were only ever barley amazing
But, I've been thinking about
The word instantly and how you lived
Instant to instant
Take for instance the night we met
When you wiped the rain out of
Your face like sweat and said
"It's not raining it's just the
Weather trying to look busy"
We decided right then and there
The inventor of the umbrella, was a pussy
Three days later you were sick in bed
Reconsidered your position and called me and
Said "Maybe he was just wise"
My heart is bending
I keep re-reading the ending of your
Life expecting a next chapter
I expect laughter as if it was always there
I un-expect your death so hard that part of
Me believes I can make it not true
You kept a rock, on a satin pillow
On your bookshelf and told me, "It's a star"
You said you found it in a junkyard
And it had been broken
Down for quite sometime
Because too many people wished
On it and that's
A lot of pressure for one little star
You are the smile I have kept secret
The Atari 8 bit hero of my
Youth and at the funeral your
Friends all looked at me as if
To say "You're the writer"
So what?
I knew him, only as well as he knew me
And when you told me he was gone
I missed him instantly