| One, two, three |
| Yeah, I call myself an artist and sometimes I think it’s true |
| But I walk heavy across the water, I debunk myself to blue |
| Maybe if I get a motorbike my feet won’t need a shoe |
| Let’s go one more time |
| Okay |
| Yeah, I call myself an artist and sometimes I think it’s true |
| But I walk heavy across the water, I debunk myself to blue |
| Maybe if I get a motorbike my feet won’t need a shoe |
| It won’t catch me |
| What a life I think I’m living if I stay up all night |
| Burning snow outside the window lounging in the candlelight |
| If I stay up a little later talk about art and wine |
| It won’t catch me |
| If I’m holding all these people in a basket 'round my arm |
| Lay them out under the willow, eat up each and every one |
| Use their nutrition as a weapon to heal someone |
| It won’t catch me |
| No, I don’t wanna party but I don’t really wanna work |
| Either way I will be lonely, either way I’m cursed |
| And maybe somewhere in the middle is actually worse |
| Don’t catch me |
| Yeah, I know this lady, she’s an actress, know this guy, he’s a star |
| I wonder if they’ve seen a wreck, I wonder if they’ve crashed a car |
| I wonder if they’ve ever seen me maybe if they know who I are |
| It won''t catch me |
| But the thing about the chase, is it plagues the human race |
| And the thing about a net, is it only works when it’s wet |
| With the fishes or with the worth of a check |
| And the thing about getting caught |
| Is you think it’s the end but you know that it’s not |
| It’s just the start |