PAINT

Making love on the internet
Getting nothing but a couple bounced checks (hey)
Stay in touch with that whore you met
You don't have to tell me everything

Sell your soul to the internet
7 years and you'll never have sex
Lose your money in a foolish bet
You don't have to tell me everything

But can you tell me that you're taking care of Brother cuz Brother is all I have
Is it better without Mother, or was she the better plan
And in your eyes did you really go and give it all you had
Is there anything you don't regret?

Like the hours in your office you spend nagging being mad
And the hours that we spent doing favours and playing Dad
If you're blaming it on everyone, then you sir will be sad
But it seems that you don't notice it

Then the thunder clouds will go away
And the sun will shine for just a day
Don't think anyone knows what to say
Don't think anyone knows what to -

Paint to describe it, that's how it feels
Stepping over everything that doesn't look real
Constant remodelling might cut the deal
All your shit in the hallway, what's the fucking appeal

There was paint on the sofa
Paint on the stairs
Paint over here and paint over there
There was paint on the floor and all in your hair
And if anyone gives you anything, I don't care

Living life like a charity
Say it's wind when it's just a light breeze
Get a hooker and let me be
You don't have to give me everything

Now you're taking care of nothing, you're probably dead inside
If you're ending up with nothing, is your money in your mind?
Is it worth a couple dollars for your family to die
You forgot about the fingerprints

Paint to describe it, go ask the floor
Stepping over paint to get through the door
Constant reminder, always have more
Your shit in the hallway won't fit in your drawers, damn!

There was paint on the sofa
Paint on the stairs
Paint over here and paint over there
There was paint on the floor and all in your hair
And if anyone gives you anything, I don't care
Paint on the ceiling
Paint on the chairs
Paint on the ottoman, brush hit the fan
You should make with the garbage, art with despair
And if that's gonna give you anything, I don't care

Making love on the internet
Sell your soul to the internet
Give your all to the internet
Cuz who loves you? It's the internet

There was paint on the sofa
Paint on the stairs
Paint over here and paint over there
There was paint on the floor and all in your hair
Paint where you want, but come near me and I swear

There was paint on the sofa
Paint on the stairs
Paint over here and paint over there
There was paint on the floor and all in your hair
And if anyone gives you anything, I don't care
Paint on the ceiling
Paint on the chairs
Paint on the ottoman, brush hit the fan
You should make with the garbage, art with despair
And if that's gonna give you anything, I don't care
Paint on the ceiling
Paint on the chairs
Paint on the ottoman, brush hit the fan
You should make with the garbage, art with despair
And if that's gonna give you anything, I don't care