Pushing it

We're running through lives
Like we are all mad.
No time for rhymes,
No time for scratchpads.
We're blowing out smoke,
While comfortably locked
Behind the hashtags (blindshades)

And we keep on pushing it
Pushing it, pushing it.
Taking it, using it,
Squeezing it, squashing it.
With no emotions,
For various notions;
Real or delusional;
We keep on pushing it
Till
The
Fin.

We're going through hell
So someone could tell
How posh is our life
How cute is our cell...
We're wasting our time
And live on a dime
Bell to bell.
 
But we keep on pushing it
Pushing it, pushing it.
Taking it, leaving it,
Squeezing it, squashing it.
With no emotions,
For various notions;
Real or delusional;
We keep on pushing it...
Till
The
Fin.
               
We're toying with masks
To cover the scars
We filter through nets
To sort out the lies
We're faking our laughs
While looking for love
One bed at a time


But we keep on pushing it
Pushing it, pushing it.
Taking it, leaving it,
Squeezing it, squashing it.
With no emotions,
For various notions;
Real or delusional;
We keep on pushing it...
Pushing it, pushing it.
Taking it, using it,
Squeezing it, squashing it.
With no emotions,
For various notions;
Real or delusional;
We keep on pushing it...
Till
The
Fin.
               
Till
The
Fin.


Till
The
Fin.
      
               

                The Yans