six long hours in my head, i watched people in cars. it made me feel like i’m living, i guess it’s never that hard. let’s live outside of the city and blame the ones that i loved for all the sh-t that i carried when i was never enough. i found a cut somewhere where we could all lay. the world was waking up and i’m learning now, that my heart isn’t breaking down; it’s my world. so pray with me, pray with me, pray with me, ’cause i’m spent. yeah, i spent them all. those long confusing hours with my mind turned on. the world was getting louder. i found myself on edge; my feet were over water, just a song in my head that reminded me i’ll never be alone. i found a cut somewhere where we could all stay. it’s frank, and it’s f-cked but i’m learning now that my heart isn’t breaking down; it’s my world. so i’ll take another look at my life and give everything i own to all the people in my heart. i am free, i am freezing. i am wrong. i am so obscure it’s terrible, and i’m loved, but in between the cars they bother me. i helped make the art that hangs on your walls and plays in your heart; it stays in your arms. you’re not a machine, i’m sure of that. you’re every bit like me. you gave up on your dreams and now you’re stuck with that. you settled for the pencil days. i’m a paint brush in a way. i’m simple, yeah, i’m plain. i’m colored all the same. i have meaning if you find it in yourself. i’ll sell myself or not, like i really give a f-ck i’m just an artist on a shelf.