He doesn't price his paintings before the canvas dries His life is living colors like the ones in the sky On the fourth of July, on the fourth of July
Thousands of years ago, there used to be a mythological world beyond the world we now live in. That world was ruled by the priests of the good God on
My secrets end up on oil canvases In a gallery for everyone to judge When I lost everything you offered Jesus Didn't seem like a fair trade at all I'
I feel like you've died and I want you back But I know that I will never see you again Walking around trying to keep my mouth shut While the pity piles
i know you're shy i know you like to get high i know you probably wouldn't never talk to me if you didn't have a buzz, if you didn't have a buzz at least
You're wide awake before the alarm starts ringing The house is cold I know the feeling of wishing the sun would rise faster I'm doing alright (alright
Never point unless it's your thumbs to your chest It's a small frame but someone has to fill it It's a small frame but someone has to fill it Like adolescents
You're good, you're good You're good at breaking hearts Someday, someday Someday you will be old Gravity will destroy you What you were good at What
You should've laid the clothes you were to rest in peace with Out for the people doing the burying They're going to spend hours trying to decide what
I get nervous with you My hands forget how to tie shoes You're just pretending to think our emotions are ambiguous So could you admit you missed me I
We don't kiss, we just lay there I've got your nose in, in my hair Hands on my hips and you're wondering: Am I ticklish? Yes I'm ticklish Everywhere you
I don't count you as my first kiss Although I know it had influence At the time I laughed and I thought it was fun Now I realize how fucked up it was
Every night on tour I sleep with different girls And we laugh about you While you are at home I am the worst It's in your imagination of course It's
I'm in the other car Riding impatiently in the back seat You're in the turtle-top caravan Somewhere in this traffic jam I know i hurt your feelings And
I haven't seen you cry yet I'm betting a million i won't see it happen I wonder how you hide it We're miles away from each other The telephone's not enough
My force will rise In the name of God And war shall come upon your reign Cleansing its heretic belief Repent now or the wrath of God Will hunt you down
Pull my belt Lift my shirt Kiss my chest and shove me on to the mattress Hold me close and tight at the waist Press together Melt together Shiver when
If I crack you open Will I taste pineapple Or will I smell durian But that's if I crack you open Because I probably won't You will laugh and I will understand