Always the artist, but never the muse
How I'd love to spend a lifetime of being pursued
Cursed to write poetry without any road for me
I don't know which worse is worse
To be an artist without a pen or a muse without an artist
Then I guess, either way, it just works
Always the artist, but never the muse
How I'd love to spend a lifetime of being pursued
I'd pin up your paintings all over town
If my love could be a thing you could never put down
The devil's just out of reach, swear to God he's out for me
A fear that I'll never outrun
I feel deeper than an ocean floor, the heart on my sleeve has worn off
As my threads come undone
I've never had enemies, but plenty of scars
And though they've all healed, they still pull at my heart
It was nothing you said or what you hadn't done
All the things I would give to be loved by someone
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