took that melancholy collar off my throat.
took some time to fix this hole here
at the bottom of my boat.
still sailing through these stormy seas
i glorify my tragedies
and add it to the love song i just wrote.
bittersweet this self pity of mine.
i try so hard to shake it
still i'm clinging to it all the time.
that which doesn't kill me
maybe someday might fulfill me.
for now it's just the pain i seem to find.
everyday i tell myself i'm sane
like a water color painter painting in the rain.
everyday she flows right through my veins
and my song remains the same.
find it hard to look most people in the eye
trying to be that simple, subtle, sentimental kind of guy.
i make a good impression
save my constant coy confession.
self-deprecation rarely tells a lie.
everyday i tell myself i'm sane
like a firefly dancer dancing in the rain.
everyday she flows right through my veins
and my song remains the same.
now just once i'd like to see the other side.
and find out why i feel this need to constantly try to hide.
still i've gotta make it home and realize that i'm alone,
cook myself a great big plate of pride.
everyday i tell myself i'm sane
like a water color painter painting in the rain.
everyday she flows right through my veins
and my song remains the same.
hey now every day
like a watercolor painter in the rain
there she goes flowin through my veins
and my song remains the same
said my song remains the same now
yeah and i've got no one to blame
why my songs be soundin' all the same
i don't know
