Six long hours in my head,
I watched people in cars.
It made me feel like I'm living,
I guess it's never that hard.
Let's live outside of the city
And blame the ones that I loved
For all the shit that I carried
When I was never enough.
I found a cut somewhere
Where we could all lay.
The world was waking up
And I'm learning now,
That my heart isn't breaking down;
It's my world.
So pray with me, pray with me, pray with me,
'Cause I'm spent.
Yeah, I spent them all.
Those long confusing hours with my mind turned on.
The world was getting louder.
I found myself on edge;
My feet were over water,
Just a song in my head
That reminded me I'll never be alone.
I found a cut somewhere
Where we could all stay.
It's frank, and it's fucked
But I'm learning now that my heart isn't breaking down;
It's my world.
So I'll take another look at my life
And give everything I own
To all the people in my heart.
I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.
I am so obscure it's terrible,
And I'm loved,
But in between the cars
They bother me.
I helped make the art that hangs on your walls
And plays in your heart;
It stays in your arms.
You're not a machine,
I'm sure of that.
You're every bit like me.
You gave up on your dreams
And now you're stuck with that.
You settled for the pencil days.
I'm a paint brush in a way.
I'm simple, yeah, I'm plain.
I'm colored all the same.
I have meaning if you find it in yourself.
I'll sell myself or not,
Like I really give a fuck I'm just an artist on a shelf.
