Watercolors

I would have meant it if I'd said it
But I didn't think to say it at the time
And you never really said it with your mouth
And only one time with your eyes

And you would get it if you get it
'Cause I know that you're the type
Who gets it when they get it
And they always get it right
I hate that type
I hate that type

Now I am sitting in your bed in your bedroom with my new homework machine
And I am playing with your cat with bits of string
And I am waiting patiently
And you are out with a woman at exhibits about people like me
With a woman at exhibits about people like me

And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it

Because you don't like art, you just buy and sell
And you wouldn't give it up if you were getting it well
So I brought this on myself, I can't say I disagree
You take that woman to exhibits about people like me, me

I am at home with my watercolors
Filling in my life with you, my life without
I am at home with my watercolors while you are out

I would have meant it if I'd said it
But I didn't think to say it and I'm shy
So I hid inside my tee shirt
And I looked the other way when you walked by

I gathered up my things and I dusted off my bike
And I found a quiet place where I could sit and I could write
And I wrote this
And I wrote this

And you would get it if you get it
Cause I know that you're the type
Who gets it when they get it
And they never have to write it on paper, on paper

But you never got it, never
Not to tell you the truth
Because you show up to my shows and think I'm singing about you when I'm not
Oh, no, I'm not

And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
No, I don't get it

'Cause you don't like art
You just buy, buy, sell
And you wouldn't give it up if you were getting it well
So I brought this on myself, I can't say I disagree
You bring that woman to my concert
And she tells you that she likes me

I am at home with my watercolors
Filling in my life with you, my life without
I am at home with my watercolors while you are out

All my friends and the issues that we face
You want to stick us in a box, put us in our place
Or maybe hang us on a wall then leave me out to dry
Was I too much of a freak?
Or was I just too much alive?

I am at home with my watercolors
Filling in my life with you, my life without
I am at home with my watercolors
Blotting it out