Shane Koyczan - More Often Than Sometimes lyrics
[Shane Koyczan - More Often Than Sometimes lyrics]
If I knew what I know now then
Way back when we first met
I’d point to the sunset and say
"I drew that for you every now and then
You can catch it wrinkling in the rain"
See I can talk a good game from the stage
But, if you want to gage a
Romantic thing said when we were
Messing up the bed the best
I can give you is
"Oh my God we’re totally humping"
Regardless, there’s something beautiful about
Stating the obvious
All of us do it in the moments when we
Can’t believe it we have to say it
It’s like pinching yourself to
Make sure you’re awake
Take, for example
Something as simple as touching someone
We so often say, "You’re so soft"
And the last person to touch them may have
Said it for the twenty-eighth time but today
I’m number twenty-nine
And I’m not saying it for her benefit
I’m saying it for mine
Because there’s almost 7 billion
People in the world, half of which
Are men, and when the number
Of them is 35 billion
It’s pretty fuckin’ cool that
I was number twenty-nine
And once upon a time I was first in line
For a girl with freckles
And strawberry blonde hair
We loved like an electric chair
Hooked up to a
Nuclear power plant and plugged into the sun
And everything we did had never been done
I woke up the next morning with
A smile that told the world
"I’m number one"
I think of her, more often than sometimes
And if she ever hears this I want her to
Know that our first kiss tasted like pepper
I met her on June 27th that
Year it was Yellowknife’s first day
Of continual light and, despite the
Sun not setting that night
We each went home alone, even
Though our parents told us
"Be home before dark"
We could’ve stayed out for weeks
Could’ve watched the way
The sun leaks like liquid over the horizon
Casting shadows over all the
Right places of a
Bargain bin where love was 75% off
And we were collectively 25¢
Away from forever
There are times in the North
When the sun never sets
And it gets confusing when we
Ask ourselves questions like
"Is it too late, or too early?"
More often than sometimes we didn’t care
We lived like two games of solitaire waiting
To be played by one another
Her mother once asked me, "Do you love her?"
And I said if there were
1 million teachers breathing down
My neck telling me that the answer is no
I would say yes
I guess that was enough for her
Because that girl’s father palmed me a condom
And wished me a happy birthday
Even now there’s no way to tell
Was that awkward or creepy?
We loved like two hit-men hellbent
On assassinating regret her
Orgasm was a wet gremlin
Multiplying it'self into another
Her younger brother knocked on
The bedroom door asking
"What are you guys doing in there?"
And somewhere amid the awesome and all of
The in between we replied in unison
"Studying" and we were
I wrote notes on her skin in flesh
Toned permanent ink that would sink and
Sit inside as I tried to underline the
Important parts of her:
Bellybutton, birthmark
Collarbone and I wrote notes
Explaining that hers
Felt like silk stretched over stone
I told her, "You’re so soft" She
Smiled and said, "Duh" followed by
"My bellybutton is not an erogenous zone"
And I said, "I hate that word, " and
She asked, "Which one?" and I said
"Erogenous"
I told her, "There’s beauty in the obvious
And your bellybutton is where you started
It’s where cells
Divided and grew into you so let
Me do what students do best
You can test me later
But right now let me study" She said, "You’re
Lucky this is a take home test, boy"
I highlighted and double underlined lips
I think of the beauty in the obvious, the way
It forces us to admit how it exists
The way it insists
On being pointed out like a bloody nose
Or how every time it snows there is always
Someone around to say, "It’s snowing"
But the obvious isn’t showing off, it’s
Only reminding us that time passes
And that somewhere along the way we grow up
Not perfect, but up and out
It teaches us something about time, that
We are all ticking and tocking
Walking the fine line between days
And weeks as if each
Second speaks of years and each month
Has years listening to forever
But never hearing anything beyond centuries
Swallowed up by millenniums
As if time was calculating the sums needed
To fill the empty belly of eternity
We so seldom understand each other
But, if understanding is neither here nor
There, and the universe is infinite
Then understand that no matter where we go we
Will always be smack dab in
The middle of nowhere all
We can do is share some piece of ourselves
And hope that it’s remembered
Hope that we meant something to someone
My chest is a cannon that I have used to
Take aim and shoot my heart upon this world
I love the way an uncurled fist becomes a
Hand again, because when I take notes
I need it to underline the
Important parts of you: Happy, sad, lovely
Battle cry ballistic like a disaster
Or a lipstick earthquaking and
Taking out the monuments of
All my hollow yesterdays
We’ll always have the obvious
It reminds us who and where we are
It lives like a heart
Shape, like a jar that we
Hand to others and ask
"Can you open this for me?"
We always get the same answer:
"Not without breaking it"
More often than sometimes, I say go for it
Way back when we first met
I’d point to the sunset and say
"I drew that for you every now and then
You can catch it wrinkling in the rain"
See I can talk a good game from the stage
But, if you want to gage a
Romantic thing said when we were
Messing up the bed the best
I can give you is
"Oh my God we’re totally humping"
Regardless, there’s something beautiful about
Stating the obvious
All of us do it in the moments when we
Can’t believe it we have to say it
It’s like pinching yourself to
Make sure you’re awake
Take, for example
Something as simple as touching someone
We so often say, "You’re so soft"
And the last person to touch them may have
Said it for the twenty-eighth time but today
I’m number twenty-nine
And I’m not saying it for her benefit
I’m saying it for mine
Because there’s almost 7 billion
People in the world, half of which
Are men, and when the number
Of them is 35 billion
It’s pretty fuckin’ cool that
I was number twenty-nine
And once upon a time I was first in line
For a girl with freckles
And strawberry blonde hair
We loved like an electric chair
Hooked up to a
Nuclear power plant and plugged into the sun
And everything we did had never been done
I woke up the next morning with
A smile that told the world
"I’m number one"
I think of her, more often than sometimes
And if she ever hears this I want her to
Know that our first kiss tasted like pepper
I met her on June 27th that
Year it was Yellowknife’s first day
Of continual light and, despite the
Sun not setting that night
We each went home alone, even
Though our parents told us
"Be home before dark"
We could’ve stayed out for weeks
Could’ve watched the way
The sun leaks like liquid over the horizon
Casting shadows over all the
Right places of a
Bargain bin where love was 75% off
And we were collectively 25¢
Away from forever
There are times in the North
When the sun never sets
And it gets confusing when we
Ask ourselves questions like
"Is it too late, or too early?"
More often than sometimes we didn’t care
We lived like two games of solitaire waiting
To be played by one another
Her mother once asked me, "Do you love her?"
And I said if there were
1 million teachers breathing down
My neck telling me that the answer is no
I would say yes
I guess that was enough for her
Because that girl’s father palmed me a condom
And wished me a happy birthday
Even now there’s no way to tell
Was that awkward or creepy?
We loved like two hit-men hellbent
On assassinating regret her
Orgasm was a wet gremlin
Multiplying it'self into another
Her younger brother knocked on
The bedroom door asking
"What are you guys doing in there?"
And somewhere amid the awesome and all of
The in between we replied in unison
"Studying" and we were
I wrote notes on her skin in flesh
Toned permanent ink that would sink and
Sit inside as I tried to underline the
Important parts of her:
Bellybutton, birthmark
Collarbone and I wrote notes
Explaining that hers
Felt like silk stretched over stone
I told her, "You’re so soft" She
Smiled and said, "Duh" followed by
"My bellybutton is not an erogenous zone"
And I said, "I hate that word, " and
She asked, "Which one?" and I said
"Erogenous"
I told her, "There’s beauty in the obvious
And your bellybutton is where you started
It’s where cells
Divided and grew into you so let
Me do what students do best
You can test me later
But right now let me study" She said, "You’re
Lucky this is a take home test, boy"
I highlighted and double underlined lips
I think of the beauty in the obvious, the way
It forces us to admit how it exists
The way it insists
On being pointed out like a bloody nose
Or how every time it snows there is always
Someone around to say, "It’s snowing"
But the obvious isn’t showing off, it’s
Only reminding us that time passes
And that somewhere along the way we grow up
Not perfect, but up and out
It teaches us something about time, that
We are all ticking and tocking
Walking the fine line between days
And weeks as if each
Second speaks of years and each month
Has years listening to forever
But never hearing anything beyond centuries
Swallowed up by millenniums
As if time was calculating the sums needed
To fill the empty belly of eternity
We so seldom understand each other
But, if understanding is neither here nor
There, and the universe is infinite
Then understand that no matter where we go we
Will always be smack dab in
The middle of nowhere all
We can do is share some piece of ourselves
And hope that it’s remembered
Hope that we meant something to someone
My chest is a cannon that I have used to
Take aim and shoot my heart upon this world
I love the way an uncurled fist becomes a
Hand again, because when I take notes
I need it to underline the
Important parts of you: Happy, sad, lovely
Battle cry ballistic like a disaster
Or a lipstick earthquaking and
Taking out the monuments of
All my hollow yesterdays
We’ll always have the obvious
It reminds us who and where we are
It lives like a heart
Shape, like a jar that we
Hand to others and ask
"Can you open this for me?"
We always get the same answer:
"Not without breaking it"
More often than sometimes, I say go for it