My Artist, My Love
My artist, my love
No more kicking
No more push and shove
Let's lay back down
And watch the crazy people run across this town
And if I die soon
At least you'll have my songs to hold onto
They'll drop you low when you get too high
Oh what a perfect set of eyes to see
Right now we know
All that's left for us is about to go
Away for good
We say it shouldn't but we know it should
My skeleton aches at the sight
Of love lost, friends dead
And lust driven nights
I can't stand it anymore
Oh what a perfect broken door to break
Too many minds get weak
When you walk in and do your look and peak
But that's just how you are
Guess that's one way to set the bar
That book you lent me
Has all but melted with the memory
Of favorite paragraphs and such
Oh what a perfect clutch to feel
(I just want your body laying next to mine)
I'd rather kill you than let things shift like this
"Love has nothing to do with what you're expecting to get"
And I don't wanna be the guy who lives fast and dies young
But if I am, make sure to bury everything I've sung
My artist, my love, I love you
(I'm either genius or I'm mentally ill)
I'm either genius or I'm mentally ill!
No, no!
Round up the usual suspects
And shoot them down
Strung out Saturdays
With a loss of hair
At least we have each other
For which to care
If I don't come back
They'll write a book about us
My artist, my love, I love you
I have you now
But in the back of my mind
I am unsure if it will ever be as exciting
As the potential teenage love we could've had
Is that bad of me?
Will I ever be able to enjoy the present without drowning in memories?
Will I?
I sustain a steady diet of wishing and longing for something perfect
However, I've always thought the pursuit of perfection in any field
Is a waste of time because perfection itself is
And will always remain unattainable
So I suppose I'm wasting my time
But my god, I love you
It feels good to be able to say that
Well, write it
In makes me feel human
I never feel more human than when I am with you
In my undesirable little world
All that remains when the rest crumbles is you and I
You give me reasons to step out of the house
And be a real person
You give me so much worry, stress, love, touch, etc
Without you, there is only wonder and slim possibility
No more kicking
No more push and shove
Let's lay back down
And watch the crazy people run across this town
And if I die soon
At least you'll have my songs to hold onto
They'll drop you low when you get too high
Oh what a perfect set of eyes to see
Right now we know
All that's left for us is about to go
Away for good
We say it shouldn't but we know it should
My skeleton aches at the sight
Of love lost, friends dead
And lust driven nights
I can't stand it anymore
Oh what a perfect broken door to break
Too many minds get weak
When you walk in and do your look and peak
But that's just how you are
Guess that's one way to set the bar
That book you lent me
Has all but melted with the memory
Of favorite paragraphs and such
Oh what a perfect clutch to feel
(I just want your body laying next to mine)
I'd rather kill you than let things shift like this
"Love has nothing to do with what you're expecting to get"
And I don't wanna be the guy who lives fast and dies young
But if I am, make sure to bury everything I've sung
My artist, my love, I love you
(I'm either genius or I'm mentally ill)
I'm either genius or I'm mentally ill!
No, no!
Round up the usual suspects
And shoot them down
Strung out Saturdays
With a loss of hair
At least we have each other
For which to care
If I don't come back
They'll write a book about us
My artist, my love, I love you
I have you now
But in the back of my mind
I am unsure if it will ever be as exciting
As the potential teenage love we could've had
Is that bad of me?
Will I ever be able to enjoy the present without drowning in memories?
Will I?
I sustain a steady diet of wishing and longing for something perfect
However, I've always thought the pursuit of perfection in any field
Is a waste of time because perfection itself is
And will always remain unattainable
So I suppose I'm wasting my time
But my god, I love you
It feels good to be able to say that
Well, write it
In makes me feel human
I never feel more human than when I am with you
In my undesirable little world
All that remains when the rest crumbles is you and I
You give me reasons to step out of the house
And be a real person
You give me so much worry, stress, love, touch, etc
Without you, there is only wonder and slim possibility
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Anthony Fuller
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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