| No longer a man, I am the artist now
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| Visibly engaging, visibly stressed out
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| I can’t understand what I’m upset about
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| My world has a dome and you’re atop it now
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| My baby has serpent eyes and I can feel them from behind
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| And I wish I had thought different but it’s not my sign
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| Restless yet again, nothing’s ever right
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| I feel guilty every time that I’m not home at night
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| But the arts we practice here are of a different kind
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| See, it really takes a lot for me to take what’s mine
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| Heart is in the way, beating through my spine
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| But I don’t think that I’m ever gonna cross that line
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| You treated me like you don’t care
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| And something upsets me about it
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| It was the kindness that corroded me
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| And I only ever see you now
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| In the visions in my bad dreams
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| In the darkness that’s inside me
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| I thought I’d be big enough by now
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| To keep your body down on solid ground
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| I will track you down, boy
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| I’ll run you out of this town, boy
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| I’m gonna stand my ground, boy
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| Can’t keep my heart spread out
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| Are we close enough? |
| Have we gone too far?
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| Now that I can’t separate the man from the art
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| You asked me if I came, I don’t know if I lied
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| But I don’t think that I’m ever gonna cross that line
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| You treated me like you don’t care
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| And something upsets me about it
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| 'Cause you need me and I’ll be there
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| Until I’m too weak, I’ll be there
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| You treated me like you don’t care
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| And something upsets me about it
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| 'Cause you need me and I’ll be there
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| Until I’m too weak, I’ll be there
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| You treated me like you don’t care
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| And something upsets me about it
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| 'Cause you need me and I’ll be there
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| Until I’m too weak, I’ll be there |