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 shit 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 fucked 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 fuck I´m just an artist on a shelf