Lives
Modest Mouse Lyrics


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Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?

No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you would wish that they'd just shut up
Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive
No one's going to play the harp when you die
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime
I'd have half the time, do you mind?

Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right, am I right, am I right?
Am I right, am I right, am I right?

And it's our lives
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the first time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the last time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
To live before you die

It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember

My mom's God is a woman and my mom she is a witch
I like this
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself
Why fight this?

Everyone's afraid of their own lives




If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Modest Mouse's song "Lives" are heavy with existential themes, discussing the fear of one's own mortality and the difficulty of truly knowing and understanding others. The opening lines describe the pervasive anxiety that consumes individuals, emphasizing that we all carry a certain degree of apprehension about our own lives. The questioning of whether or not we would be fulfilled if we could become anything we desired suggests a deeper sense of longing for something that seemingly never materializes. The lyrics imply that reaching for something out of context with one's true nature and desires could lead to a disconnection with one's sense of self.


The next lines express a poignant observation about human connection. The singer notes that we do not truly know the minds and feelings of the ones we love, and if we did, we would perhaps prefer solitude over the fascinating but often complex and misunderstood ideas and feelings of individuals. This idea is reinforced by the line "Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive," implying that people's thoughts and personalities can be difficult to fully comprehend or synthesize into a cohesive understanding for those who were not versed in their internal workings.


The following lines further emphasize the fleeting nature of life and the concept of mortality. There is no grandeur to death or mourning, just dull, unremarkable resignation. This idea is underscored in the chorus with the repetition of the question "If you could be anything you want, I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?", suggesting that the expectations we harbor and the notion that we can achieve anything we want in this life is unrealistic and often leaves us wanting more.


The final verse ends on a note of personal identity and religious belief. The singer notes the deity his mother worships as a female presence and embraces the concept of an internal hell, suggesting that he is not fighting his demons but rather accepting them. The last repetition of the chorus, by contrast, becomes a bit more personalized, almost a plea to the listener to embrace life and to live fully before time runs out.


Line by Line Meaning

Everyone's afraid of their own lives
People are fearful of their own existence and what it might hold.


If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Even if you had everything you ever wanted, you would still be unhappy.


No one really knows the ones they love If you knew everything they thought I bet that you would wish that they'd just shut up
People are often in the dark about what their loved ones truly think, and sometimes the truth can be hurtful.


Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math When you were alive No one's going to play the harp when you die And if I had a nickel for every damn dime I'd have half the time, do you mind?
The world can be bleak and uneventful, and nobody will celebrate your life when you're gone.


And it's our lives It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember We're alive for the first time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember We're alive for the last time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember To live before you die
We often forget to appreciate the small details in life and the precious moments that pass us by.


That our lives are such a short time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember When it takes such a long time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
Life is fleeting, and we easily forget the value of every moment we have.


My mom's God is a woman and my mom she is a witch I like this My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself Why fight this?
Personal beliefs and demons can affect who we are and how we perceive the world, and it's difficult to change that.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN

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