Art Paroles

Paroles de Art

I miss all my old friends as they were before I miss all the cities as they were before I miss all the daytimes spent with some old friends but I know everything must end you live like shit and suffer for your art... is that what you call it is that what you call it? she said you live like shit and suffer for your art... is that what you call it is that what you call it? that's messed up and it's fucking depressing how much of this must you put up with and how times do I have to say stay away? and how many friends must I go through and how many lies must I put you through you live like shit and suffer for your art... is that what you call it is that what you call it? It wouldn't be art if you didn't starve yourself to death she said it wouldn't be art if you didn't starve yourself to death she said that's messed up and it's fucking depressing when was the last time that you've seen the sun and I don't mean at sunset when you're just waking up and I don't mean at sunrise when you're still up from the night before when was the last time that you felt good as deep as you are through hours of my time and minutes of daylight glimpse yourself thin pale soft and white and sick as hell live like shit and suffer for your art is that what you call it is that what you call it she said you live like shit and suffer for your art is that what you call it is that what you call it she said and that's messed up and it's fucking depressing