Finest Hour – Song and Lyrics by Abir

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Finest Hour’ by Abir. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Abir or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Walking in with good intentions
Walking out with no patience
I feel my buttons being pressed on
I feel my body tryna start some
I know I’m young but I’m pissed off
Telling everyone to kick rocks
A couple rounds of the Mezcal
I’m falling down and I’m holding it all by a thread now

No I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect
And I’m putting it all on a prayer now
No I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect

This ain’t my finest hour
Might see my flaws today
My words are out of order
Maybe my drink’s to blame
Emptying all my pockets
‘Til I don’t feel a thing
This ain’t my finest hour
This ain’t my finest hour

This ain’t my f-

Bottling my emotions
All this talk and commotion
Everybody got me stressed out
I can’t control if I break down
Every night is a big blur
I can’t get a hold of my temper
Ain’t no one to depend on
I’m falling down and I’m holding it all by a thread now

No I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect
And I’m putting it all on a prayer now
No I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect

This ain’t my finest hour
Might see my flaws today
My words are out of order
Maybe my drink’s to blame
Emptying all my pockets
‘Til I don’t feel a thing
This ain’t my finest hour
This ain’t my finest hour

This ain’t my f-

I can’t hide my flaws (I)
And it’s all my fault (no I ain’t perfect)
I am on my knees (never said I was perfect)
Don’t give up on me
I can’t hide my flaws
And it’s all my fault (’cause I deserved it)
I am on my knees
Don’t give up on me

This ain’t my finest hour
Might see my flaws today
My words are out of order
Maybe my drink’s to blame
Emptying all my pockets
‘Til I don’t feel a thing
This ain’t my finest hour
This ain’t my finest hour

This ain’t my finest hour