Van Gogh
What if I'm not the one, just the first you happened to find
Overthinking's hard when I do it all the time
Maybe I'll figure out, how to do this somehow
I'm sorry for the state of my mind
Van Gogh took his pain, then he took his own life
Wonder how he'd paint the green in your eyes
Wanna lay with you beneath a starry night
All the colours and hues, how they perfectly collide
Maybe this troubled man will find his soul
Somewhere between Penzance and St Michael's
I'm a pale imitation of what I was meant to be
My own precise feeling of anxiety
What do I do? I find any old excuse
To hold onto something that feels so bittersweet
Van Gogh took his pain, then he took his own life
Wonder how he'd paint the green in your eyes
Wanna lay with you beneath a starry night
All the colours and hues, how they perfectly collide
Maybe this troubled man will find his soul
Somewhere between Penzance and St Michael's
I drink for some comfort and the devil's playing to win
I sleep to escape my conscience before I go all in
I say thank you to my mother for showing me how to act
And thank you to my ex-lovers who never loved me back
My 20s somehow are longer than I would think
I feel overwhelmed and I start to sink
Into myself, oh I know full well
Why Vincent did what he did
Van Gogh took his pain, then he took his own life
Wonder how he'd paint the green in your eyes
Wanna lay with you beneath a starry night
All the colours and hues, how they perfectly collide
Maybe this troubled man will find his soul
Somewhere between Penzance and St Michael's
Overthinking's hard when I do it all the time
Maybe I'll figure out, how to do this somehow
I'm sorry for the state of my mind
Van Gogh took his pain, then he took his own life
Wonder how he'd paint the green in your eyes
Wanna lay with you beneath a starry night
All the colours and hues, how they perfectly collide
Maybe this troubled man will find his soul
Somewhere between Penzance and St Michael's
I'm a pale imitation of what I was meant to be
My own precise feeling of anxiety
What do I do? I find any old excuse
To hold onto something that feels so bittersweet
Van Gogh took his pain, then he took his own life
Wonder how he'd paint the green in your eyes
Wanna lay with you beneath a starry night
All the colours and hues, how they perfectly collide
Maybe this troubled man will find his soul
Somewhere between Penzance and St Michael's
I drink for some comfort and the devil's playing to win
I sleep to escape my conscience before I go all in
I say thank you to my mother for showing me how to act
And thank you to my ex-lovers who never loved me back
My 20s somehow are longer than I would think
I feel overwhelmed and I start to sink
Into myself, oh I know full well
Why Vincent did what he did
Van Gogh took his pain, then he took his own life
Wonder how he'd paint the green in your eyes
Wanna lay with you beneath a starry night
All the colours and hues, how they perfectly collide
Maybe this troubled man will find his soul
Somewhere between Penzance and St Michael's
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Writer(s): Will Gregg
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