I've figured out how to paint by numbers
by one shade of lipstick
To easily amused to be a poetic or a mystic
contented clipping coupons from the tabloids for redemption
for attention
I was seventeen, sat on the lap of a local rebel
he was living in a world so safe he had to look for trouble
I thought, 'how unlucky is he to be so overprotected
and neglected'
he said
I wanna be anarchy
I've always been here, it's been like i never existed
overlooked by the authorities, who sanitize the district
suddenly they're onto me and i can't keep a secret
they always find it
When i was 17 i thought i had a cause to champion
I was hopeful and naive, it was easy to believe in
I thought how hard can it be?
I'm not afraid of giving everything
Everything
