Comfortable Lifetime

Think of all the times you were lazy in your bed
The wind cries, howling to your soul
It hits you in the head

It's telling you to pick it up now
Saying, "come on, let's go now"
"Hey"
"Just a little faster now"
"Come on"
"It's too slow"

So take it right back down

Laughing at some pictures from your glass in bed
These people post and show it all, but I'm just watching from my desk

So maybe I should pick it up now
Maybe I'm too slow
Just how fast can we take it now?
Come on
I'd like to know

Dance across your window through another line
I'll wake up feeling dirty if it's past half nine
All I never needed was a neon sign
To move and shake until I'm on your better side

Twenty years I never left myself in a new position
Give or take another seven years, then it could be a new legend

If I just dance across your window through another line
I'll wake up feeling dirty if you're on my mind

We've only got one shot here to make it good
But I can't get up off my ass
Or forget my past
To really make it last

Oh, now you know that it's too late now
Don't you hate the pain of wasting all your time?
So just take your time or wash up beside
Do you believe in fate or just your own mistakes?
Don't worry
Just got to take your time to do something good

I've got to get outside when there's nothing to do
I could be hanging up a painting that I made that afternoon
But when I'm lying in bed, I'm always laughing
I'm always laughing
I'm always laughing
I'm always laughing and having another drink so I can get up off the floor and have another hit so I could be out writing more
I need more money
I need more money
I need more money and time
I need more money in my bank account
I need more money
I need more money
It's always funny I'm always running out of time
Everyday that I don't jump into your ocean
Of responsibility and all the special things
That makes an artist an artist
It's just an artist, an artist
Or just a bird a bird
Because an artist is starving until she finds enough funny to last a comfortable lifetime
One that I strive to deserve
But still could I ever earn
All the trust it takes to do the soundtrack
To all your living
And all your forming of memories
Your taking pictures
And writing letters
Hey, you're taking pictures and writing letters
For all the hecklers that will shoot you down
Yeah, they'll shoot you down
They shoot you up, down
Shoot you down
They'll shoot you up in your home, man
They'll shoot you up
They'll shoot you up on a bed pan, man
Just takes one quick bang